It is by the and of eyes shaped both by expectations and disappointments that I select to see the half-full glasses and the community perfect except for a not many small flaws.It is by the and of eyes shaped both by expectations and disappointments that I select to see the half-full glasses and the community perfect except for a not many small flaws. It is with a heart the pair fragile and strong that I dream dreams of lover who not at any time miss an opportunity to justify that reality does not have to be merely sobering, routine, and absent of high moments It is with arms that ache for a child to confine that I feel the warmth of friends, sisters, brothers, and more ancients who don't quite fill the ne for mothering, on the contrary come so close to filling the ne for security and belonging. It is with a voice that has soothed others' injures provided inspiration, and sometimes cried lacking like that I sing my carol, my strain of joy. COPYRIGHT 1993 African American Review |
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