For Sanah, my prayer

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REALLY(R)

Know what beauty means

it is the blues from your young heart yearning

listening to your favorite music album

it is the yellow dust from the first sunflower

as it blossomed along with your breast

it is the red stains from the bleeding cries

of your first menstruation pains

ALWAYS(A)

Hold your head high

by being that girl with the careless step

who walked with her daddy

through the nooks, corners and aisles of the city

as he taught you stories he wrote under the street lamp

sang songs he hummed for his first love on the park bench

laughed out loud with the gleaming shine of his eyes

as he threw you questions about

what you wanted to be

and you decided to fly

PLAY(P)

Hard and fair

expect to stare right back

into the endocardium of that man

who assumes height is a synonym with gender

drive in the middle lane knowing

your firm strides and consistent pace

can never be countered enough

or enable a short cut to the man

to the man wheeling a truck

as his only right to access

stand sturdy and pillar like

on your turf

because the world can swirl

mad at your heels

but you will always spring back

your roots and arteries

go way deep

and

much farther

your threshold to pain

is way higher

than the howling winds

can perceive

EXCEL(E)

At loving, sharing, smiling, caring

for those

you will be the role model for

empowered enough

to counter

infraction with sustenance

insult with honor

expectation of submission with equitable contest

provocation with a stubborn stoic

posturing with fluidity

R-A-P-E

The heck out of anyone

who presumes

you should be different

or do different

your promise is

to be your excruciating self

and never a

cookie cutter version

which

suits perspectives

that pretend

to prevent pain

Published by Kashiana

I am a management professional by job classification and a work practitioner by personal preference. One poetry collection - Shelling Peanuts and Stringing Words and a chapbook, Crushed Anthills. Always gathering poems, and letting them marinate and change shape and form.

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