her_people

Her People
by
� moon_grace

A house of glass does
Fracture and splinter -- Shards
Hurled on mighty wind.
Steel does twist and crumple
In a rumble of opaque clouds.

No glass surrounds
hearts,
No steeled resolve disintegrates.

We are Her People.

Juxtaposed
Between apprehension and defiance-

A Voice

Rings collective,
A throng of thunder
With arrows silent
Taut and notched
By luminescence
Of candlelight
And headlights.

We are Her People.

Nervous
Inexperienced
We do not take to beds
seeking coverlets.
Longing for "yesterday"
And the gentle feather�s fall-

Standing
Refusing
to concede
abyss of change.

We are Her People.

Shadowed by fowl circumstance
No longer untouched.
Cautious,
not conciliatory.

A multitude of color~
We employ and occupy
sharp lyrical notes
Of Liberty expressed.
We sing.
Sing Her song of
Strength transcending
The transformation of trappings
(merely a change of clothes)

We are Her People.

Her People,
Bloodied not obliterated-
Reflective not fragmented.
Transformed yet undaunted.
We are Her People.
~moon_grace.