You heard my cry
So many nights
Painting blue on my cheek bones
You swung me up
Out of my resting place
And in the hands of your great
embrace
Pineapples felt pricklier than your
fingertips
Ghosts flew around in awe
The seasons changed four times in a
minute
To see my weeping sorrow
Be strong little girl
Never give up
Never give in to your color
Worry not about the pride
Of men who seem to sin against their
brother.
