Dedicated To My Niece (Juanita) Poem by kwane Lamb

Like A Moth To Flame
As are you to (recovery) …
Showing the star that you are…
Under the watchful eye of thyself…
Be true…
The star for which you are born…
Now fight the real you…
Not a (Lamb) to the slaughter as a slave…
But as a (woman) coming blindly… out of a cave…
Beautifully rebuilt…
As to change the tilt…as well as the guilt…
Now the inner woman freely speaks…
Sure the flame is beautiful…
But the flame within is a fire to be shared…
With the world…
I am not, not the same girl…
But a (woman) to be reckon with…
I did not say quit…
I…said…RECKON WITH…
From…Africa and Spain…
The Taino and Arawak people…
Come this spice…
Which is (Juanita) …so extra nice…
Family and friends play a role…
But deep down inside… it's me (Nita) …
I am told…
So being bold is no crime…
I am here to save that stitch in nine…(time)
Today…this world is …Mine…

(you go girl) my queen…Uncle kwane