Due Process in the Court of My Heart

Ain’t nuthin’ but due process in the court of my heart. My adjectives provide solid evidence for the humble & gracious. Verbs battle racism & inequality. Nouns are all the people, places & things that I will fight to the death to protect. My judge, jury & hexecutioner got a flask filled with sass, guzzle triple shots of double trouble. Reflexes steady, hands ready to defend Mother Nature & Mother Liberty, encase their dignity in bulletproof glass. Some days my words pull double duty fighting an uphill battle against our collective psyche’s downsizing. Other days my spirit be singing the brightest of tunes—a thousand watts of innocence on the dark side of the moon.

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