Be Worthy

When I think of my black past

Where I was born, packed tight in bodies…

where I exited with a gold spoon in my mouth.

Where my health was worth a fortune and my womb was a nation.

There I was living capitalism. I was not an American. I was legal tender.

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About Nia Keturah

wife of art, lover of music, and daughter of God.
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