my dream is fading faster than i can move this pen:
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a wild child, not feral
who runs into rooms laughing
she talks back to adults
pulls off yellow tablecloth to use as cape
sending a few items flying to the floor
and screams loud at potential violators
lil pretty Black girl, curious, inquisitive
non-self conscious nor self-preoccupied
wild
a bane to other adults
i defend her against those angry at her
they say, “i don’t know how you can put up with that child,
she’s a terror.”
i simply say,
“you don’t see what i see.”
she gravitates to me
and lets me tell her stories
her yellow tablecloth around her neck
she leans back on floor pillows,
dusty knees splayed
and watches me attentively
with appraising eyes
Anima’s frowns and smiles
ride the bends of my voice
weighing my words with my worth
ever in rotation
she’s only 6-8 years old
a chocolate drop
kinky black hair in pigtails
that refuse the hot comb
and see chemical scalp burns
for their lies
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is she me — my little girl, lost?
or finally found?
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Anastasia says:
Little girl lost never, found only to be rediscovered
In among the passing of yesterday
She blooms wildly, laughing wrapped in a mysterious glee
pinks, blues shades of green
flying yellow lighting the skies,
Little girl lost never, found only to be rediscovered….
carmenrau says:
Thanks for the comment, Anastasia…nice addition. Interested in submitting something? We’d love to have your beautiful work.
C.