| On a cloudy day in an era, a decade With rebellion, big hair, and MTV I was lifted into the world By a doctor's caring hands. Thanks to martyr mother: Survivor of neglect and hatred Fighting the system and thoughts within That burned and scarred her soul. Ever believing in Divinity she put God's strenght in my name, always with me Preceeding a synonym for 'weary' All not inspired by soap-opera heroines. She showed me just how to walk without her hands Nanny lit the fire of confidence making my voice louder, and I'm heard "B" taught me how to fall out of love without hurting myself too much And with this new wisdom I'll teach cadence, rhythm, poetry in tune - placing intuition into young minds, young hearts. For I am poetry in motion: God's beautiful sweet sonnet And I am a starlet longing to hear my songs worldwide. Evolved from photographs and sheet music Here because of the famous Ms. Baker An angel dropped to earth, only staying because of broken wings. And I yearn for love and compassion, just a gentle embrace And I long for a resolution... - Jacqueline Audrey |
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