The girl on the sand
shifts it to where she is now.
She thinks, ‘it’s so many colours
even though it’s said to be yellow.’
She shifts the sunlight
with a subtle tilt of her head
her laughter echoing as
she’s saying, ‘this will be what I remember.
No baggage for me
I’m no outsider to this place
I’m a proud member of the human race.’
Girl in the sand
with the hands of so many colours
even though they look olive
shifting the world with a tilt of her hands
and a simple upturn of her smile.
Echoing grandmother’s drive
passing on mother’s wisdom
catching the light of father’s jokes
drawn from Pacific and Indian Oceans.
He knows laughter is a potion
to the loneliness she sometimes feels
when her gem is not seen by the people around her.
He knows she can find that shining within
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