Passing Time

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Passing Time

by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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We wear the mask that grins and lies.
It shades our cheeks and hides our eyes.
This debt we pay to human guile

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,

The highway is full of big cars
going nowhere fast
And folks is smoking anything that'll burn

My man is Black Golden Amber Changing.
Warm mouths of Brandy Fine
Cautious sunlight on a patterned rug

That man over there say
a woman needs to be helped into carriages
and lifted over ditches

Soft grey ghosts crawl up my sleeve
to peer into my eyes
while I within deny their threats

We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk
One paints the beginning

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