Sometimes we want them to already know
What we know
Sometimes we want them to be who they are going to be
Without know who they are now
Sometimes we try to hurry them
To be who we want them to be
Sometimes we try to hurry them to be
Who we see them as
Sometimes we hurry them along so fast
That they don’t get time to
Play
Rest
Tryout life before
Committing to who
They are
Committing to who
They want to be
Sometimes we want them to bloom
Before they are ready
I don’t worry about
Being perfect so much anymore
I choose to be
The night sky
In a well lit city
Still there but
Without all
My stars
Visible
All the time
Writing, written, wrote
My story winding while I
Walk my sacred path
Bold women teach me
Bold moves always, always fierce
Without apology
Sometimes the struggle
Be so hard, be so real that
When they get it, peace
He has important things to say
He hides behind others voices
Imitating them so well
That he has forgotten
Just how powerful
His voice is
They may have had
Crap parents
But they know about
Sibling love
The kind that
Teaches you kindness
And Goodness
The kind that always
Has a place for you
They know about that
Kind of love
That does not
Let them down
And teaches them
To love and live
A life worth
Living for
They will always know
About that kind of love
You know that tired
That you get when you come back
To who you are now
That’s what I am now
Excited but not restless
Healing all the way done
Her, them, they and me
We not so different that we
Can’t gather and rule
There comes a time
When
You know what
They
Knew
There comes a time
When
You know what
They
Know
And you become
Woman
Or
Womyn
Master
Of your
Own…
World
No longer wandering, wondering
in theirs.
D.S. Hollie 