My childhood was filled with stories
my momma told
those from the gospel
mixed with the tales
from her childhood
mysterious and spooky
those fragile veils that separated
reality from fantasy, removed,
with the stories she told.
my momma told
those from the gospel
mixed with the tales
from her childhood
mysterious and spooky
those fragile veils that separated
reality from fantasy, removed,
with the stories she told.
My waking hours traced
those fragile boundaries
and my dreams late at night
filtered back and forth
at a veracious rate
mixing truth and imagination
solving daylight problems
with mystical tales
all drawn from the stories
mixing truth and imagination
solving daylight problems
with mystical tales
all drawn from the stories
my momma used to tell.
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