I Know
I know the world will not slow down
No matter how fiercely
I stretch my fists to the sun
I know how to pray
I know I am always praying
No matter my physical position
No matter the words you think you hear
I am always in conversation with Spirit
We converse like two old women
On a Mississippi wooden porch
Chipped paint
Head scarves
Sweet tea
Dogs barking at strangers
Flies at our feet
I know God like that
Don't you
I will take my last breath one day
This is not an if
Before I do I wanna tell these stories
So shut up in my bones
I drag around like wet towels sopping up
Tears my grandmother's mother's mother passed down
Stories that come to me in the night from folks I don't know
Ain't got nothing to do with me
Except they know I know how to get a prayer through
And a story straight
I don't know everything
But I know that getting back to the basics
Is the best business at hand
I know we are nothing without each other
What does it matter all this good I have
If heavy on your mind so muddy
You can't inhale longer than you blink
What good are fancy dresses
And red bottom shoes
If they 'bout to cut off her father's feet
I know sometimes the clouds get low
I know there are days I feel stuck in a mass of
Sadness and fear and anxiety sudoku my brain so math
I forget the numbers to dial
But I know how to reach
I know how to be still
I know how to rock and sing
I know how to cry
I know how to remember how good
God's been to me
I know how to wave hand
I know how to give thanks
I know how to close eyes
I know how to know that clouds pass
I know ain't none of this easy
So I know how to give you me
When clouds come to you
I know therapy sessions should be held at Roscoe's
Chicken and Waffles
Over grits and eggs
Prayed over by a greasy hand man with a handkerchief
In his pocket
I know that
I know food ain't free
But I know how to cut mine in four
So we can all eat
I know it's up to me
I know it's up to you
I know I am learning how to forgive
I know that forgiveness does not mean
Stories won't rise
But I know how to let them out
Same one by one way they got in there
I know that I am wonderful
I know that I forget how wonderful I am
I know how to remember the next time I do
I know to open my eyes
And look right into you
No matter how fiercely
I stretch my fists to the sun
I know how to pray
I know I am always praying
No matter my physical position
No matter the words you think you hear
I am always in conversation with Spirit
We converse like two old women
On a Mississippi wooden porch
Chipped paint
Head scarves
Sweet tea
Dogs barking at strangers
Flies at our feet
I know God like that
Don't you
I will take my last breath one day
This is not an if
Before I do I wanna tell these stories
So shut up in my bones
I drag around like wet towels sopping up
Tears my grandmother's mother's mother passed down
Stories that come to me in the night from folks I don't know
Ain't got nothing to do with me
Except they know I know how to get a prayer through
And a story straight
I don't know everything
But I know that getting back to the basics
Is the best business at hand
I know we are nothing without each other
What does it matter all this good I have
If heavy on your mind so muddy
You can't inhale longer than you blink
What good are fancy dresses
And red bottom shoes
If they 'bout to cut off her father's feet
I know sometimes the clouds get low
I know there are days I feel stuck in a mass of
Sadness and fear and anxiety sudoku my brain so math
I forget the numbers to dial
But I know how to reach
I know how to be still
I know how to rock and sing
I know how to cry
I know how to remember how good
God's been to me
I know how to wave hand
I know how to give thanks
I know how to close eyes
I know how to know that clouds pass
I know ain't none of this easy
So I know how to give you me
When clouds come to you
I know therapy sessions should be held at Roscoe's
Chicken and Waffles
Over grits and eggs
Prayed over by a greasy hand man with a handkerchief
In his pocket
I know that
I know food ain't free
But I know how to cut mine in four
So we can all eat
I know it's up to me
I know it's up to you
I know I am learning how to forgive
I know that forgiveness does not mean
Stories won't rise
But I know how to let them out
Same one by one way they got in there
I know that I am wonderful
I know that I forget how wonderful I am
I know how to remember the next time I do
I know to open my eyes
And look right into you
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Writer(s): Robin Reed
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