I know
I love you
in the same
impossible way I
know that if I were a ghost
I would walk an
Amish sweep across
the seafloor with
my hand in yours.

Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi
I’ve known her for 20 years
She’s beautiful
She has a smile as gorgeous as the sun and golden full moon
Her laugh would make birds chirp even more
She has a big nose
She once hated it
She has an uneven skin tone
Mixed with black and brown
She once hated this
Then there’s her cheekbones
Her voice is low like an alto’s but she’s
an orator
She has natural black hair
that curls and shrinks
She’s 5’0 ft and proud
She’s thick and curvy
She's beautiful
Her name is Mia
Some people call her Mimi

Then there’s me
My name is Ta’Mia
Middle name is Mikki (a)
I’m Mia’s owl
I love her
I might be small on the outside
But on the inside, I’m as tall as I want
Big things do come in small packages
I’m a wonderful woman
Mia will understand her hardships
I tell her to be strong
I help her to walk with a strut
I help her keep her head up
We’re a force to be reckoned with
No, I’m not perfect
Neither is Mia
But we put one foot in front of the other
continuously
And walk to success and greatness

-Mia J
1-28-2019
© 2019 Mia J

Masters
Of illusion
Is that a ——

I see before me?
Or glue-gun
Construction

**** death camp ledger?
Oh! kay…
Guns, too?

******* battering ram?
And swords and helmets?
Ok.

We are making
A redwood grove?
A spiral galaxy?

A multi-platform space
Suggesting the
Heinous oppression of…

And what is in their hands?
What thing belongs there?
The colors again?

Hey, Mikki,
I miss you
And the work.