Open up today, to a world of promises.
To a cup brimming with stars.
Hold it over your mouth and over the sky.
Echo amens on your hair- this blessing of curls.
Listen to the mummurs of your ancestors.
The yesteryears that they rejected.
Believe in the swelling of time in your belly.
The softness in your promises.
How you touch me here and there.
How you whisper the emptiness of me and you.
In a world that says no.
And throws us into abyss and tears.
Hold me, as a flower, a glass.
In this galaxy flowing with milk.
In this revelation of dirt and grass that withers under the sun.
Under the sharp gaze of vanity.
Write a poem with my name
I’ll be born into a word of suffering
But I will come with plenty