Baby says This is flesh I’m talking about here.1
She told them that the only grace they could have was the grace they could imagine.
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on a tuesday night grace look like completion
feeling completely / knowing completely / being
completely my ownxxxxxdreams to be a voice that
punctuates thought with laughterxxxxxgrace wrings
water from my roots / cleanses strands but don’t
clog the drainxxxxxgrace in my mind like solana
sings about like jamesetta sings about & aretha
sings aboutxxxxxgrace to me is nobody calling me
anythingxxxxxbut a child of Godxxxxxknowing
my grace is multiplicity myxxxxxholiness
a steady prism of yets to come
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1 Toni Morrison, Beloved (New York: Knopf, 2007), 104.