A truth about me.

To be free to love me

There are lines on my hands

That lead to South River.

There are thoughts in my

Mind that sing good together.

Strings of lights and lights of

Glory- set me free to love

All and all to love me.

I can’t be contained to one

Room, one human, one love.

I love everything. I love

Everyone. Good or bad.

White or Black. I love

Everyone, and that’s

A fact.