Re/Visit with The Woman Who Made Me (2018/2020)
To the little girl who grew up
To be invincible in a world
That deems her invisible.
To the toddler who once leveled
With stones who will soon look
Beyond the horizon as she reaches
Towards the sky.
To the tween who stepped into her fierceness
While acknowledging her fears.
To the once little girl
Who broke through other’s truths to
discover her own destiny.
To the one who discovered her prowess
Before she sought her wealth.
To the one who, with ambition,
Wears awkward as an award.
For those of us:
May we continue to persists beyond others’
and harmful intention.
For all of us:
May we greet her with conviction.
May we only open doors for her that
Will lead her on the path…
Following a journey
Filled with glee, prosperity, pleasures, victories,
beauty and peace.
Is it ever possible to connect the dots to all the
faults that interrupt our journeys?
Those hurdles that became defaults.
A disconnect to (the) cause of recklessness:
What is deemed to be true.
To cast blame, a caste of shame.
An urge to abandon responsibility.
Shall we ever be brave to acknowledge our role;
One with amusement
Yet sensed in the demise
Published in Meat for Tea: The Valley Review, Vol. 14, Issue 3 Black Currant