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The Writer. Age 43.

Can’t drop it low no mo.
Booty don’t clap
Hormones actin a fool.
My body sings
Sad songs
With pain
And
New inability. 
And.....
I ain’t tryin’ to hear it.
But…
Here we are. 
Cellulite 
And worsening eyes
Hair going grey 
Moods fucked
But…
I woke up today 
The day after my birthday 
And
I’m still alive mother fuckers.
I can’t do
A lot of shit no mo.
But here I am 
A traumatized mess
Aging art hoe
Struggle cheeked
Space Dad to all 
Even me.
And I 
Am still
Alive. 
Posted 03/17/20
Happy Birthday to me 03/16/2020
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