Bamboo Dance
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1 min readMar 17, 2017
part of the Women : Power series of poems featuring BHD, marika bianca, Meg, Orisirisi, Rachel B. Baxter, samantha star, Tamyka Bell, Tasneem Kagalwalla, Tre L. Loadholt, Violet and Wild Flower
that silent, hidden twinkle
of spirit that holds her, strings
she sways from, the way
she bends, just so
whirlwinds pass her by, yet
she waits, long
for her to tread on, steps
that crushes no insect dreams, on
her way, with no singling
finger points, no caresses
for anger that teases, no scales
brass nor hide, but of course
she hurts, she let them, me, pierce
those tiny holes, and through
these they bore in her, still
music shall she make
Of my mother.
