I am not sad anymore; I am the saddest happy person
I am the rooftop of my cheer leading squad
The bread and butter of poetry
With friends coming & going
I can’t keep track of my traditions
That are dying, my shells of laughter
The forms that gave me pleasure
I am not sad anymore; only despairing
Of the same things that no longer
Make me happy, I am a soul excited in time
Not for longing or possession
But for the exceptions and synastries
That keep me alive, young, in joy
The hallways always open for me
Dynasties of love getting me there.
Wuji Seshat 
Dynasty of love 🙂
Yoshiko
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Great! ❤
Love this!! It had a bit of a different feel then much of your work. Very honest and rather raw, thank you.
Dynasties of love.
Enjoying your voice.
Thanks roop, our voice should have a bit of all voices