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All things beautiful latch on to you

Finding refuge in the nooks and crannies of your insecurities

How paranoid is she

To have doves resting among her crown of glory

With no peace inside

Have they noticed

Her lifeless strut

Or the grit in her grunts

She is more than a strong black woman.

There are needs of hers that remain unmet.