She stands with statuesque dignity
On a tired, tired day,
A day preceded by too many days of back bus
A day exhausted by countless days of weary
Finger prints try to steal her
Prints inked-black on paper cards.
Her identity will not be flattened
Into parchment solitude.
Her solitude is not isolated,
But in solidarity
With all who have been pushed
To the back of the bus or to a shame-filled
In the shadows of the Heart.
Keep your seat,
Let the Heart-shadows be drenched in
Keep your seat, centered in the dignity of your own beautiful
That light-filled place that is
Stand with statuesque
In the Identity that cannot be inked-black on paper cards.
Stand with dignity
In the light-filled center of your own