Myra Jefferson Biography

When you let go it shouldn't be from exasperation or futility
You let go still maintaining hope for other possibilities
When you let go you know the reason
That it's the season
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I woke up this morning
With another man's child drooling on my arm
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Embedded in the rich, dark soil of history
My roots are still a part of me
Nourishing me, spurning me on Making me face another dawn
Of uncertainty
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Red was my Mama
They called me Little Red
Sometimes I think I see her
But it's just my reflection instead
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I am totally and completely in awe of them
These two dimensional forms and figures
These variations in sound waves
The power they possess is beyond my comprehension
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