HER by Christo Diata

To: The sista from Knoxville Tennessee

She didn’t tell me her name
Pictures of her voice reign in silence
From the voice come pictures
Of gentle brown eyes
Incased in her
Her the manifestation
Of her mother’s heart
Birthed in screams of pain
No knight to save her this pain
Reborn tears in her father’s eye
Raised to be a queen like she
Two joined as one
One grown to become
That voice
She that voice that rings over my phone
Like the tone
That defines her
I speak in spoken word
So as imaginations sore
Into the ebon abyss we call the night
I send a prayer for her
That she will be blessed in flight
And her soul touched
By one with brown eyes
As deep and brown and loving as her own
Her to be crowned queen of her home…

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