They legislate morality in a language that never learned consent, chokehold democracy with a flag they’ve never read the meaning of.

Her roots dig deep, her stem stands tall, Against the weight of every fall. The storms may rage, the winds may bite

But the beauty of the tapestry is not the dominance of one hue. It is the dance of contrasts, the harmony of edges meeting, the strength in

I traced your cheeks with fingertips, sang lullabies in whispered tones, wiped away each trembling lip, called you mine, called you home.