Mahogany Muse
She was a muse that carried her own blues
melodies and tunes that she sang underneath the moon
InTune with self. This unconditional love of wealth
InSecurity- feeling secure, protected, guarded, and safe within the temple
She would sing her tunes in the afternoon before the moon would
get a hold of her wanderlust
In God She Trust, Trusted
A sanctuary filled with sinners and saviors
seeking security from this Mahogany Muse
The artist strokes her canvas filling every curve and angle with
HERSTORY. HISTORY for cannot be founded here.
His story died along with rest of the others
that didn't respect her story
They did not obey the laws of the temple
RESPECT. GIVE. LOVE. WORSHIP. GIVE. PRAISE.
It's personal when no fucks are given.
She was her own PERSONAL PERSON.
GIVE. THANKS.
Thanks For Reading
-StylistaInMind