Poetry by Farah Lawal Harris


i live vicariously through her
twisting smoothly
without the burdens I carry.
she carries
as she moves her limbs
in bare skin,
open soul,
light heart,
as the day she was born
matured to a point where she’s
soul months away
from being confidence years old
in a world where age has no
is her expression,
but what is mine?
what sequence of bodily actions
can i do to be free like you?
what motions will carry me
to a place
where I can be vulnerable,
brave, beautiful,
without the fear that now relentlessly pursues
each time i stand nude?
until I find that land,
i’ll just watch and pretend
that her dance
is coming from me
as I sit and live


One response

  1. Ahhhhhh, but how many people read these words you alone have written and find definition in their own reality, thus living vicariously through the images you create? Thank you, again.

    August 21, 2008 at 11:45 am

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