there’s this girl I know, she knows me too
she will tell you my story tomorrow
she will beckon me like Autumn’s breeze
and invite me back into my sorrow
I’ll be gently thrown by what she says  
just enough to be wholly transparent  
in how I am and in how I love
used to think this was only inherent
though I’m fathered by and mothered by
every cell that exists in my ending
I am made of more than what I knew  
I’m a woman, a Helper, a blessing