Personal History

I remember not my first smile
but I can still tell the taste of the day I came.
The day of the sun,
when the whips of a Pharaoh during the time of Moses was cut-
short to bring smile to the people’s face,
the ones I would call mum and dad.
No sight beheld the face of those before me
that leaked out the drain
and traveled before their stories journeyed.
I remember you all
not for the sadness but for the way,
for the untouched healing that never went astray.
I know not how I was held
but I was given a staff to lead,
a piece of divine
star to outshine.
Be a sun and be a moon
be the one that lightens the ground
that one made of clay.


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