“Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds…”
Her legs are so small and golden
but she holds the past
in her stance.
Tiny little thighs
underneath the beautiful weight
of her beautiful heritage.
Cafe latte calves
strong like her mother’s
cafe mocha ones.
She is the pinnacle
she is the base
she is the mixture.
MISS·ceg·e·na·tion
divinely melanated
THAT is her privilege.
In her blood is royalty.
I am queen, reigning
and she is my heiress.
She will increase
and I will decrease
into the past
into the history
into the One.
She holds us up
She holds us down
on strong, golden legs.