You look at me with beautiful dark green eyes
You have size and stature, enraptured peace making amongst the troubled youth
So in time with your accent ney
I would knee and rest you there on my lap
Take blonde strands of hair comb and trim
Twirl in matching outfits as you grew
Reaching platform of broken and shabby train, in our smart middle class station
You keep me like that platform tall inside sturdy in my comings and goings
Love showing
A man raised his hands and screamed into our faces ''' YOU AIIIINNN"T"" YOU AINT BLOOD""
I lifted my hands in gesture to say come on then the rage pumping thick as oil slick
You calmed me and continue to calm me.
We are sisters and through all misunderstandings it has not been shades of brown or black I have shaded under like Bayou tree
It has been you like a willow to me bending, explaining and reigning fear into self doubt
Your knowledge and continued embrace of my culture brings quite simply smiles to me
You sister are my story to and simply justifably and with great respect
I skin teeth, sew wreaths, jump from street, lean into care and share this positivity with the world.
How to say?
I love you.