She looked at me, pigtails, eyes full of stars, scars and stories,
She looked at me hopeful and full of former glories,
“Lemon sugar on my tongue. I was so sure he was the one.”
“All he wanted was some fun,” I say gently and she slumps and feels dumb,
“No no, little one…
You, are an encyclopedia of awesome,
He’s illiterate,
Didn’t even get consent,
Only reads braille,
He, failed,
Thinking what he does with his hands,
Is what makes him a man,
But, a man is, was and will always be defined,
By the content and capacity of his heart and mind.
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Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 