When I was a little girl,
I could remember the days when
I used to exultantly run across the
yard in front of my home, the sun
stealing a peek at my beautiful,
melanin skin, how it glowed a golden
hue in the perfect position, the way it
depicted a young girl living with no pain
or fear in the world, the way the summer
breeze shifted my body in different directions,
my eyes in sync with the spectacular beat
of my feet, the way the great, flaky clouds moved
in rhyming motion, allowing themselves to delve
deeper into my dimension and feel the excitement
bursting within my soul.  I could see the many
oncoming vehicles slow driving down my street,
the white smoke from their engines rising in the air
like a baby bird learning to hover for the first time,
the way they gazed at my petite body with extreme
fascination, the way I could see them retracing the days
back to when they were a little kid, feeling the warmth
and the sweet sunshine encompass their vivid view, like
they would never age into adulthood, like they were connected
to an unknown reality where time was nonexistent.  I knew
at that moment if they could just stop their vehicles and pull
to the side of the road and touch my soft, vibrant skin, it would
spark a fire so bright that would send them back into their childhood days.