My shadow cannot breathe,
I hear her say, I hear her say.
I hear her say abandonment, rejectionment
Discardment.
It is, after all, embattle-ment.
“Accept the rules,” she says, she says,
The inner disparager floods the room,
I hear her breathe
abandonment, rejection-ment
Discarded-ment.
Yet, I want to pluck her up
Be still, be still, there is promise yet
And covenant and sacrament,
More real than shadowment, than shadowment…
~ Leslie Kenney, poet
~ Rhonda Logan-Bailey, photographer
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