The long skirt that hid my fears,
Pillar of wisdom that held me to my toes,
The texture of your design,
One of a kind that spoke a language of the hearts,
In windy seasons you whirled around, Became my shield, Rainy seasons you became my umbrella, Even though you been washed away by the years, I wear you with delight, The way you hugged the waist, Left me rest assured l could never remain alone.
The tag of my womanhood held loud by the edge of a long skirt, Wrapped curves with respect, Sense of humbled intelligence, Sexy without a scale of value, A reflection of you in the mirror made me giggle, Your pleaded-self kept secrets open To the velvet skin that accepted its invitation. You clothed my skin with mustard, scotched suit, You knitted baby shoes for my feet, You showered me with love, nourished my body with all of you. My soul, the reflection and identity of raw love, Tattooed the iris of my eyes with patience, I walk into a fabric store, l feel life, Your lives, my life entwined together.
The link between the skirts, Time after time, you spun my world to its center. Unending prayer of psalms that leads my undying love, I am coiled in vintage for the roots that l emerged from, The unconditional blaze of love, Hard core like the umbilical cord Me and them are connected, It’s the fateful link emerging from the edge of our long skirts. Time after time, we are bind by the winds underneath my wings.
We are One Force.