Shaking, long hair freed
Curling against a humid sun.
These words,
Hope to reinvent the world
Most, A smudge in the eyes Least.
Dreaming of being the paint
That marks,
And marks the earth.
Brave even to end in a textbook,
Courageous even to be words that
A little girl may see.
May it open her eyes, Whether
Blue or Brown,
Let her imagine she is anything meaningful.
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