Braided Spine

Who are you? 
Who is she? 
She has pride in her step 
Power in her spine 
She walks with her ancestors 

Do you know her 
Do you know who she is? 
Every time her hair is braided 
She thinks of her ancestors 
She walks with them 

By her side they stay 
With every step held firm by each strand of hair braided with intention 
Braided with the strength held within her spine 

The gift from ancestors 

If only you knew the true power within her hands 

The vail always there 
A thin wall 
A brick wall 
All the glass shatters 
Breaking mirrors 
Breaking illusions

--Monica O., Adult