Wednesday, March 18, 2020

Renee' Drummond-Brown writes

They ov’r-looked her.
Nev’r saw her ‘comin.

Thought they were better than.

Dirt poor.
She cried “Lord! Lord!”

He heard.
He came.

He gave her pride.
She conquers her fear.

Now it is them
who cries.

Dedicated to: It’s a low-down dirty shame.

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