I hope we leave these terrains
Silence the words we use as weapons
Grow from the trenches
Of hate and foul play
To see the incandescent sun
Setting fire to our melanin cheekbones
I hope the smoke that blinded us
Fades away letting us open our eyelids
To see each other more clearly
More lovely, more intelligent, more creative
More reachable, soft, more human
I hope the burning anger
Is put out with the flow of our DNA
Destroying any embers laying around
Stirring up old habits of animosity
Cooling our interchangeable spirits
Calming the pain weaved into our hands
I hope we go back
To the land of marigolds
Where forgiveness lays in the green leaves
Growing with the sun we can see
Where the memories of felicity
Fly around us with butterfly wings
Where there's no war in sisterhood
XOXO
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Silk Sister Similes
ПоэзияA collection of poetry touching subjects of family, self love, and happiness all dedicated to my sibling. Updates Tuesday's and Thursday's.
