When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
Little you.
Alone, family torn in two.
Wanted to be like Whitney and Janet
Wanted Daddy to marry Mariah Carey
So you could have the perfect family.
Somehow you got it and deception wrought it.
But gave two golden souls
you’ve poured your heart into
There were some beautiful years and tender
moments curated from the intentional setting
of a loving family and community
They became your utmost calling.
So now, instead of remembering
the cloudy days, you sit in gradtitude for
the warmth of the rays, they begin to pour
You know why the caged bird sings
Sweet melodies of hard fought liberation.
teachquelle 