It is stating
how we feel
what we do
how we fight
the scars we wear
the violence unseen
the blacks
the purples
the pinks
the green
It is magic without the wand
Without the hat or the suspended lady
It lives
Passing from fingers
To pen
From mouth
to altar
it is
Life
Written by Jill Scott
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