My Hood Angel
I met him in the summer of '93...now he belongs to me.
By Lori BrooksPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Our eyes met and my poor heart skipped a beat
I felt you saw me; right through to my soul
A hood chick from the wrong side of the streets
Your smile wrapt me in warmth like smol'dring coals
An angel, yes! That's how you I'd describe
Backpack for wings; halo's a fitted cap
No liquor do you e'er dare to imbibe
You keep your mind so pure and that's no cap
You asked me and I near forgot my name
The brightness of your light was so intense
You said you were a moth drawn to MY flame
You said I smelt of myrrh and frankincense
And now we two are one, and one made three
Inside my womb's our greatest legacy.




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