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Mosaic
Women
We skies,
our palette sunrise.
Paint and pardon in our handle grains
watercolor wishes to handle pains.
We woke
by brawn brush stroke.
Recover our imaginations
with amethyst affirmations.
Don’t need validation we WILL canvas.
We are divine designs,
drawn like Giotto's perfect circle
in our sister’s embrace.
We can reach the man on the moon
and color Mona Lisa’s face.
We are the spray can,
turned drum roll,
down sidewalk
before a graffiti masterpiece.
We are not in pieces.
We are a montage of mosaic marvels.
We’re the broken crayon
in little hands
that make scribbles scripture
and warm mother’s hearts.
Women we
are God’s tools and art.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
We skies,
our palette sunrise.
Paint and pardon in our handle grains
watercolor wishes to handle pains.
We woke
by brawn brush stroke.
Recover our imaginations
with amethyst affirmations.
Don’t need validation we WILL canvas.
We are divine designs,
drawn like Giotto's perfect circle
in our sister’s embrace.
We can reach the man on the moon
and color Mona Lisa’s face.
We are the spray can,
turned drum roll,
down sidewalk
before a graffiti masterpiece.
We are not in pieces.
We are a montage of mosaic marvels.
We’re the broken crayon
in little hands
that make scribbles scripture
and warm mother’s hearts.
Women we
are God’s tools and art.
IG: Nourish_Cruz
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