i.
how come i cannot find
a playbook for young girls
so they can be
stormcatchers
& cartographers of their lives
instead of walking with bounded
feet and wounded hands
ii.
child
draw your dream in a paper
and tuck them in your pocket
-fisher of stars
-wind catcher
-queen of seven seas
-king of lost forests
your pimp will not want them
your jail keeper will thow away the key
they belong to you
in heat of hunger and cold of despair
in the lonely hours of darkness
unfold their inconceivable wings & glorious eyes
unflinching and unvanquished
fixed on you
no, you will not forget them
they belong to you
they cannot be bought
they cannot be sold
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