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Blue sky 

frothed whipped cream dreams 

creamsicle strawberry kisses  

embroidered hugs in my veins

warmth sunshine oozes in the cracks of our wayward shack 

that is overgrown with dandelions 

and dead dreams 

mauled rug that is used for the hospitality of guest 

where the foreign resident can lay his head 

where a guest can wipe his feet 

a strength that tightens the winding thread 

that keeps the house from upholding from the tornado of life 

glass made from the titanium of mom´s strength

this walls built from the cinematic of the film of my life 

altered to fit every fucking weather thrown my way 

muddy baby fits dancing the tango across the grass floor 

running after the past to clean up the present 

to make sure they gotta a better future 

painted fairy tales decorated on the wall

whisper words of I love you 

creating a world of band aids 

and bandages 

Crayola scars 

instead of emotional scars that they can´t heal from 

locking the door 

capturing unfriendly shadows of nightmares 

whisking dreams of happiness 

sprinkle rainbow of hope 

building them with the milk from my breast 

containing in the bosom of my home 

connect the same pulse to their hearts 

giving them life 

brushing out the maps of yesterday 

in their African American crown 

make them feel proud of their chocolate tinted skin

greasing them with the oil of Africa 

embodying them in the pride of being black 

putting them to bed in the hijab of beauty 

reminding them each every day 

Beauty is skin deep and that earth is your home too and try your best to reside in it for a long time