A Small Lament

 Please…
do not look away, I am more
than what you see. I speak no
claims or expectations
I am
more than innocence
fleeing…more than
 flesh
and blood, but
soul as
well.
~
I am one of life’s precious
reminders, its fruit on the
fringe of fullness…even
though my skin is dry
and dirty beneath
this frayed and
tag-rag dress.
~
I am the essence of this land
and place….yet placeless;
the mirrored gaze of
countless faces…
neither brown
nor white.
I am
Imagination…that
will never be
imagined.
~
Can
you say some words
to me, born from your
heart, that your lips
can proclaim?
~
Today, I left
a message for you,
inscribed within my eyes
and the draw of my smile;
even though embosomed
by despair. You see…
mere seconds of life
are
celebrations, no
time to waste
on
bootless
tears.
~
I
am quiet,
I
am patient, waiting for
 you to come into  
the light
 

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