Unusual Leader: From Top Model to Lion Mother to San Sister
Ode to a beautiful friend and rare soul
I hide, small,
inside a tree bark skin
thick,
thicker,
so nobody could hurt me
(or know where I’ve been)
Then.
You appeared.
Unusually kind.
Full of San and Africa.
A brown freckle of Pau
—meaning peace—
staining your blue
iris,
dramatic symmetry
in your Nordmenn face
made to
inspire us.
Silence.
My skin now thin,
thinner than
a cell’s membrane.
Your light my light
Love through osmosis
came.
Inmawe Maya,
—Our Mother—
a micro-drop of fear
could’ve broken me.
Yet, sister,
friend,
it’s now I don’t fret
going higher.
Any potential earnings from this piece will be donated here to protect the lives of the remaining wildlife in the northeast of Namibia and the San people that share their land with them.
About the Creator
Paula Romeu
I’ve had a pretty unusual life. Now I write about it. If it helps, it’s yours.
The journey has been extra👁rdinari.
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