Walking Miracles

Sara Devine

In my ancestors’ eyes I am A miracle.
An apparition,
Some never could have imagined…
My delights and indulgences,
worlds away from their realities.
Freedom was their dream.
A dream that led us here.
Now Freedom is mine and yours to take.
For each one,
All from One,
Of many hues and many shades.
Miracles connected.
Peaceful warriors.
Transformative lovers,
dreamers and creators…
Freedom is ours.
Walk on, Miracles!

Happy Black History Month