Potassium.

When you trust and know you, it’s easier to blossom and just-be.

All else beats on its chest, roars & climbs your tree.

He say.
They say.
We say.
But she say:
“Hmm. Let me see. How-a-bitch gon’ call you a monkey, when steadily climbing your tree?
From my end-I could visibly see you, from yours-I can’t even see me. I stand front and center.
You watch-but wish that you could be me. Be with me-no-so you diss me.
You clown, wishing you could jump up down on, pound on, then flee me.”

Monkey see. Monkey do.

Since I’m doing me, wouldn’t the monkey be you?

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