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Tired

What is it about this time of tumult and great beauty?
Time for shedding in preparation for renewal
I love Langston
I read his poems every night before bed

Poems won’t come to me
They often find me too tired to capture thought
I ought
to get my black butt up
But I been tired
Tired like all day in the cornfields tired
Who am I kidding?
I ain’t neva been in no cornfields

But I do know that I am tired
Tired like
Black woman tired of all your lame ass excuses tired
Yes, tired like that
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