Mimosa
From underneath the suffocating burden
and salty tears
of
rape, molestation,
addictions, depression,
suicide, incarceration,
domestic abuse,
abandonment, neglect,
and even black magic;
Her lips parted
and began to sing
an ancient and powerful medicine song.
The benevolent qualities of her Ancestors
guided her as she sang
to the many threads
of her broken tapestry - all tangled and torn -
until they were straight and whole
once again.
ⓒBrittanyJadeWilson
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She came to us on a lazy Mother’s Day afternoon,
Carrying the story of our family between her brow.
The passages of the births and deaths of our Ancestors
Etched in lines on her hands and face.
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…Stormy nights I woke
to the scent of you visiting me yet again,
Meet me there - our place - on the illuminated
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where creation and humanity meet.
