She is the oldest of Four.
In a war torn world she is wandering with me,
and we’ve learned some things that I know to be true.
She can create.
When it’s late in the night, she draws pictures with paint,
hoping just to connect with the brothers and sisters that miss us.
I can relate,
to the feeling of hate self reflected and stale
stuck in our stomachs with an aftertaste of failure.
As we listen to Lauryn Hill sing “The Conquering Lion”…
I know in my heart that we’re breaking chains.
— leest1 —