Some times, I like to think I'm a hair of the Father.
Co-hair with Christ and Afrocentric in all sense of it

Other times, I like to think I'm a beautiful face,
drawn in shades of grey
by an artless dame.

In between these times,
I like to be the best version of myself,
living up to no standards of men,
loving until all is spent,
learning, unlearning, relearning.

Aye, this is not a poem.

#Pengician #SSA

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