I ask can the fabric take time
Being so colored and fine
And I visit the repulsing side
A part from me unkind
A part with an itch
Which hates in order to grow
I cannot erase the letter
Remaining from before I was sold
I film my desperate intention
Disabling the sewing
I fear the heavy snow
The baby I was is harmed creating a new escape as I learn
No innocence will he allow
This child perceives the mourn inside
Removing the latch
I retrieve from him my silk woven tree
Now flowing and begging to be free
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
I ask can the fabric take time
Being so colored and fine
And I visit the repulsing side
A part from me unkind
A part with an itch
Which hates in order to grow
I cannot erase the letter
Remaining from before I was sold
I film my desperate intention
Disabling the sewing
I fear the heavy snow
The baby I was is harmed creating a new escape as I learn
No innocence will he allow
This child perceives the mourn inside
Removing the latch
I retrieve from him my silk woven tree
Now flowing and begging to be free
Maya Angelou, I can't explain