SWEETCHILDOFLIFE

Though first with trepidation, you stumbled forward,

your raven hair swept through the crowd.

A first step

becomes a dash towards open arms of an aunt

that has not been able to hold you

for too long.

It takes flaming courage of a child, to turn her back from

divisions bestowed on her by tradition-

her gate towards a silhouette quickly fading

a purpose of intentions filled with hope

with the brilliance of amethyst crystals, paving the way

for healing.

How is it sweet child, you know more than the

adults?

Perhaps you are not yet tainted or contained;

for this your silk touch means the world to me as

you have blossomed into a young woman and I can

hear the vapor inaudible whisper:

even as you mouth to me...

"Regardless of what they say, I know

your true essence- I shall never oblige to obey

tyranny: the disgrace of the lack of forgiveness"

Thank you child, you are the gem that keeps

my breath from being throttled under the weight

of ostracization.