James Brown

James Brown

Barefoot, bold feet feeling out the dance floor

for the first song at the wedding between your body and you.

Bravely finding what fits

so yell if you need to, scream at the ways you were burgled.

Sometimes it’s not so easy to forget yesterday

or the fear that stays buried under fingernails;

but your self has always belonged in these bones

and brand new cells will shed old skin

to show the warrior you became,

battle-scarred, the sun senses the beginnings of a smile

and bathes in her yellow freedom.

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