Dominique Seaton

I sought clarity, saw ripples turn into waves, "In too deep", I thought

My rhythm and blues, often when I belt my tune, joy evades such hues

A salt of the Earth, Has reached their peak from below, Ripe for ascension

Fleeting thoughts run rampant through my trajectory, and I feel no pain, until I’m faced with what was left after the rain

Middleman, middleman, mid-woman Skin so fair, off-white, tan Trying to find your balance upon the rock on which you stand

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