The Golden Goddess

She's the Golden Goddess,

A great writer but always modest.

Teaches us N critically honest,

One of the few I'll truly miss.  

She's either mixed, coloured or black,

With pronouns that tickle my sack. 

Her skin will never ever crack,

N her writing is pretty whack. 

We all listen like kids,

As she lifts the literary lid. 

On poetry n stories already writ,

N let's us write our own shit.

She's a full Zoom faced wonder,

Teaches us all like rumbly thunder. 

Lightening fast we're no longer dumber,

N she ignores R odd writing blunder.

Our lessons R always a blast, 

Making us write gold, so very fast. 

Puts her college kids on their own arse, 

So I jus hope, my own poems will last. 

The Golden Goddess was a gift to me,

She helped set my own writing free.

But from Covid, we all had 2 flee,

To Facebook, phones n PCs.

So to Michele, I'll always say,

That on my very own final day.

I will appreciate u deeply always,

For allowing my work 2 B displayed. 

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