Bless Her

BLESS HER

Swimming through a sea of salt and sugar
She is preserved
With clipped wings
And sprinkles of mercy
She flies low through the trenches
She flies high enough to see
There is no true substance in the clouds
On her knees she seeks forgiveness
On her toes she reaches for bits of scattered dreams
Ancestors hum experience through her core
Her heart is a war drum
Her blood runs hot through her veins
Like a pure boiling spring that threatens to erupt
Her lips wish to speak
but spares you the lash with silence
Deep rooted anger she hides
For the sake of all
She has scars that you see
And pain that you don’t
She is heroic
yet seeks no honor
Her hair sometimes unkempt
Yet her hands often polish
Her face bears streaks of black from eye to cheek
When she is alone
The corners of her eyes mock the crow as the center twinkles
When she adores
She dances when no one is watching
She sings when no one is listening
She teaches never to doubt
Yet her spirit worries daily
She makes a dollar out of fifteen cents
And wears the clearance rack well
Celebrating all
She goes unnoticed
Cursing out loud
She blesses you in silence
Her body is broken
Yet her spirit is elastic
Slapped with judgments
She turns the other cheek
Still strutting her stuff!
She is strong
She is weak
She is the strangest element
That breaks
Bends
Tears
Mends!
Pieced together
She is fierce
She is LIFE!
She is your Sister, Daughter, Auntie, your Lover
Your Friend, often part-time Daddy, your Mother
She is WOMAN!
Bless her.