I used to see tragedies
as God’s way of getting back at me
maybe because I was an accident, black, or a bastard seed
and as I grew not mattering, combative, and stacking up casualties
but now I see a Masterpiece
two mystics and mystical misfits mythically matching matter with mastery
the mystery is magically-
woven in the crafted tapestry
and as it so happens,
Love is the fantastically fashioned fabric that fits us Naturally
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