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Shattered Standing

Million pieces
Crystal falling
...heart like glass
soul like water
tumbling down
cascading forever stone
million pieces shattering
crystal glitters fell
innocence splinter
shining on the ground
speaking puzzles
putting pieces together again
...heart like rock
soul like water
turrents forward
casting forever fear
shattered million pieces
crystal glitters shine
innocence reclaimed
standing in the sun

This poem was inspired by a racial incident experienced by my twelve year old daughter and her strength in taking back the fear, speaking her truth, and telling the world what the cowards thought would break her.  


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