To the Yardstick at the Edge of the Chalkboard

Little girl smiling Pre-School Version of Me

I am not afraid of you anymore
You breathed your last fire bomb ages ago
My feet fall fire hot on gold and copper ore

You watched me through the open door
Whacked and smelled of sulfur whenever I dared to glow
But I am not afraid of you anymore

You cut through anything I might adore
But I am still a brown girl in a ring of rainbow
My feet fall fire hot on gold and copper ore

Sometimes raised and seeming to roar
You chided my curiosity and welted my desire to grow
But I am not afraid of you anymore

I continued to read and count and explore
I pushed back against every inch with the mighty double ax of Shango
My feet fall fire hot on gold and copper ore

I have untangled and clipped the ends of your superiority lore
Reclaimed my moonlit mind that you tried to take as your own
I am not afraid of you anymore
My feet fall fire hot on gold and copper ore