Tuesday, August 30, 2005

A Poem: Birthright

let’s face it.
for all our discourse
the snarls lurk
just under the surface.

is it territory
or delight?

a child shines brightly.
no doubt
in her right
to an opinion

years later she sees
and feels
a direct link:
this child to the wounded adult
who mourns for her,
who would have that child
in a wiser love.

some gave that child space,
others confusion.
she can now take it back,
her birthright.
a wild mind

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