How i am

I am anxious yet trusting
I wonder about angels
I hear soft steps behind the closed door
I see Jesus in light brown jalabia at the motor park
I want to meet Henry
I am anxious yet trusting

I pretend to enjoy being alone
I feel lost looking for you in the hood
I touch you with my mind
I worry about accidents and dying
I cry about Ore and Doyin
I am anxious yet trusting

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