The summer of your first heartbreak, you say
you cannot think of a single reason
to continue. Well, you were born with the
night blooming jasmine, full of the season.
It was the longest or shortest day of
the year. Your mama was reading alone.
Your papa went to the store. Was dreaming
when you woke them. Sleeping like a stone.
It was easy beneath the willow tree.
It was gruesome, on the side of the road.
It was a miracle when they pulled you—
No, there were no papers or passports showed.
My love, you were born without restriction,
so hush. Your life is the benediction.
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Omotara James
Omotara James is the author of “Song of My Softening,” from Alice James Books. A multidisciplinary artist, she creates as a means to preserve joy, confront the past and free herself of it.
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