By birth we are ...
Broken into two, one side to touch the sky
One side,
Tangled, and entrenched with layered roots - lineage hissing 'quiet' 'quiet girl'
Our legs Imposed to stay bounded, rooted

A wall continuum, changing of colors
Shapes, Names, Stories, Only the world shakes harder....
Centuries of walls slashing, but the spectators chuckle at the caged song bird
Waiting for its tune. Plucking the feathers?!

Oh, When will
Our names will be filled with love?
When was the Rose unafraid to share it's scent?
Beauty, love, asking for nothing!

But what lies beneath and above
The roots and the sky.
Stuck in between, but bound by shackles of beneath....
If leaving, alone, this woman - Will be rendered hopeless?
Unhappy, unfulfilled, without meaning or purpose.

More, much more - you hold half the sky so touch it - bare handed