My tribe is blue,
my hands are thick as cowhides.
My tongue- stolen and replaced
and yet I remain
willing with the ocean’s saltiness and care.
She carries my arms when I get to heavy to swim.
Hunting down the storms on the inside.
Praying that, our dream withstands the flames,
withstand the flames ♥
VisionarieKindness©2016 photo image by Uriah Mosley