Counting Sheep in My Sleep

Bedtime Stories

Sometimes I am a kid again –
Wonderfully innocent,
A fresh soul on the earth.

With eyes closed, my mind drifts
back to popsicle days…

Sometimes there is joy behind my smile and I am
10
6
or even 5 again.

With curled toes, my mind wanders
back to pajama nights.

Sometimes I am free:

Helplessly curious,
Determinedly hopeful –
A brown girl waltzing to a beat unheard.

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