I have traced the outlines
of faces so many shades of brown
whispered sweet dreams
in nine different languages
stood awkward
as i was bowed to
and offered words
of reverence
by tiny women wrapped in silk
and straw
my hand has been won
by a sword wielding warrior
bloodied and soiled
and heart still beating
a down beat of love
love
love
i have walked off stages
and been called back
and upon my birth
i am certain i was celebrated
and visited by family
bearing joy and well wishes
it is a fact
proven by remembrance
and testimony
that i have loved
and been loved
by so many
it just seems to matter very little now
as i lay
curled up in a ball
and crying
texas eagle
seat 41
Birth sign: Libra
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