16000
Morning falls into the stars, as if sun rays can't hold the bottom of fresh clouds
An energy consumes hip and wriggles into toes the mirror tells me a lie
Inside I am jumping, eleven again a friend again with man, animal and foe
Walking straight head high to moisture greens and playground scene
No hiding from the older girls who through pine cones at my afro
No hiding from the tennis ball bouncing between grasped fist
I am fit
The mirror shows me laughter lines, a wrinkled tummy and a bent toe
Still rocking that fro
You lie I laugh wildly and to myself
Again
Still my silent nights beat with his absence
His firm body and critical glance, his head bowed in concentration over art and I look for him in lover
Amongst wrinkled sheets and erotic writings
Alone I can be wry and sly and review this man, this life giver
Give myself a pat for searching for him to know that he did not reach for you
So like rising morning I need search no more
No more sore of heart, no more unobtainable, no more fables of being a princess to my ''daddy''
Did my last lover not say that? I wildly cry
Ever present ever looming the possibility of me being first in all races iv'e won this is the gold I seek
To not be bleek maybe if I win this internal struggle
Maybe I can say like moonlight, like sunlight, I am too bright for you
My father
My dad
