MY SUPER HUMAN PH'd ANGEL!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANGEL!!!!!!

fallen superwoman (revisited)

she doesn't know that I see her the way

she really wants to be seen;

feel her the way she really wants to be felt;

love her the way she really wants to be loved

like I love my sisters,

like I love myself....

unconditionally conditionally...

wanting all that's best

despite our missteps

and frailties,

yet

she wears victoria's secret like a masked marvel,

leaping buildings not yet constructed..

boundless(ly)

she wears explicit prose draped ' round stiff collars

and fights demons lurking

in her shadowed

(seemingly)

controlled movements..

she veiled in family secrets

real and imagined

not realizing she does more harm to self

than any evil villain.

I wish I could write her wrongs

color her in hues long abandoned in her youth...

she learned heroes aren't people or sandwiches;

just bullshit caught 'tween wonder bread and miracle whip.

and she simply a miraculous wonder

whips wishes and remains.

she a healthy reminder for the family

to do and be more than what falls

between the cracks in ghetto sidewalks

colored in the shade of decayed blood

spilled by those before her.

that basic color of death

could never capture her or contain her dreams

which bleed past familial lines.

there is no color for invincible..

so she uses strong blacks to paint

the woman she wants to be

(and) wants everyone to see.

transparent to me

so she waits for a poem

that she doesn't want to be written,

and prays for the self redemption

that lies hidden

behind the tattooed angel

below her breast.

see, she doesn't know her strength

or power;

she doesn't know

in success or failure,

that in voice and breath

she'll always be

a superhero to me.

kdtaylor, 2006

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