A Sweet Child Touch
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
How is it sweet child, you know more than the
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