Category: dirt
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Go Down
Day after day Night after night With an unrelenting Yet painful truth I took my medicine I tasted the bitter herbs My stomach twisted in knots I reached for water, drunk it, yet found no relief This is my soil to til, This is my truth to bury This is my hill to climb This…
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What Business
I do my Father’s work Built my dreams from clay Breathing the breath of life onto dirt No matter how long it takes I’m gonna hustle till it hurts Love always, Ayesha
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