COURAGE
for Sonia Sanchez
I have walked head high
in a room full of shadows
I have stomped invisible
as tiptoers saw past me
empty as windows
I have caught the gaze of another
and tossed it aside
like orange peels
I have floated over
the fiery bay at twilight
on flying carpet smoke
blessed by crimson sky spirits
I have been chased away
by a god with blue eyes
then brought back
in the palm of an East wind
I have turned to stone
when Sweet Breath was taken
from this earth
I have turned to stone
when Sweet Breath was taken
from this earth
I have been liquid ever since
rhythm ground me into dust
and shook me new like rain
I have made the promise,
always go on—
as weeds
and wheels
and women do.
posted by tina on myspace
--truesatori
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