Photo Credit: Jennifer Ranicki
Mama, there was a time
I wish to be married
To be loved—truly
By a man that respect himself
Respect me—faithfully
At the time I did not know
I had lessons to learn
About what it means
To love, to look at my own flaws,
My own imperfection,
My own incapability
And that love was more
Than what I dream,
Beautiful, adventurous, joyful
Gracious, built on trust
Having good friends that cares
Enough for each other
Cares enough to stand with me.
Mama, there was a time
I felt the world was safer,
Because you were with me
Now, I can see that the story
Was unrealistic hope, for another person
That is brilliant, stronger, fiercer,
Mightier, healthier—I saw now in my dream.
Empress Journee