Today

As I walk the morning path, sitting in an urban garden reflecting. I feel shadows pass by me unseen by the sober eye. 

The flame from fingers lightening the dawn sky, drunk revellers of Friday nights, shuffling movements of night walkers. 

A female sitting alone in the cold morning’s air asking her maker who am I today. 

Burning gut, and jumpy skin. 

Who am I today and will I be happy.

The sound of slamming doors and gold chains tying me down. It's golden sheen a false declaration of wealth and commitment, safety and shelter. 

I raise my voice and cry to you, do not shut me down and enslave me. 

I am as close to you as the air that you breathe. I am dear to you like the blood that feeds you. 

While you look at me through a filter of shame. And I a human allow you to name me. 

Alone here, my throat raw my belly sore. Beseechingly I search for your recognition. 

Of my humanity the reflection of your humanity, our souls formed from one creator. 

I