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The Poetry Corner: I Am "Tree" by Aspen Sequoia!


I Am "Tree"


Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

A woman that heals from high esteem, she knows how to get outside & grow the green.

Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

A lady to be, Aint no excuse for a messy house. Talking shit, just "Triflin" that's the hoe that don't cook nor clean.


Mm, Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

One that keeps her man fed & satisfied so he's not fondling other's thighs.

Let your wonder & poise be his high,

Hula-hoop him into overdrive!


Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

The one that knows the true essence of a man, knowing that he could never pull the wool over her eyes.

Allowing a man to be a man, letting him lead. Never quit to overstep unless it spirals into some Tina & Ike mess.

"Ohh I wish somebody would".

Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

The woman that has hot meals on the table her children are cute with face shinning.

The pillar of the family, the apple of the devoted eye.


To say you've accomplished more than just an Instagram gallery.

He wants a woman that brings bread to the table not gluten in child fables.


So yes when addressed I proudly say "Yes I Cook". "Yes, I clean".

I'll even rub a hard-working brother's feet!

To the rest of yall you can toss your royalty,

I choose to keep my crown

Because a true King deserves a true Queen.


Mama raised the last of a dying breed.

-Aspen Sequoia , Denver Colorado



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