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June Jordan

Etta James on a Sunday morning.

Heartbreak is sweet. 

When it looks like you, 

The morning sun, 

A textured glow 

On golden brown skin.

Let me in-  

I want to love you. 

I want to know

What hides –

What gleams-

What shines- 

What runs –

I want to chase. 

I want to hunt.  

A pleasant stroll 

If you find me-

If you don’t- 

I will wander away. 

I am a pacifist,

I am a warrior of my own heart. 

I am a pacifist. 

I will not strike. 

I will not kill. 

My love is powerful enough to heal. 

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