A Part of Me
Brown skin, dark curls
Is it black? The sun shines brown
Sweet smile, sweet daydreams
Curls woven like a crown
A part of me, she's like a rose
Beautiful are her thorns
From every trial, every weep
From the born
Yet, there are those who miss her.
The tulips watch with pride
Peonies slow their stride
Daisies blooming wide
Lilacs guiding like a sister.
A part of me walks
On a different path than I
Independent, ever growing
A truth I can't deny
Where is my time? I want it back
It wasn't yours to take
Those dark curls, that sweet smile
Are the cause for my heart break
Though with a patient look
I see her petals open
I felt such sorrowing her absence
But her growth I have found hope in
Look at how she blossoms
Where is the doubt in this?
It's I who's thought about myself
Am I narcissist?
A part of me has gone and flourished
Lovely is this journey
From womb to now I've seen a leader
This praise was never for me
Rai will fall and storms will come
These tears are only happiness
A pat of me, no longer a part
I've learned to love this process
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