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Rachel Forrest // Unknown // S. C. Lourie

River Flows in You

Bare feet slip through mossy banks

On the other side of a bubbling creek, filled with watercress,

Is a deep path

Leading to a breathtaking waterfall.

“This way,” a teacher says,

Shoving a fistful of fresh-plucked watercress into his mouth.

Students and staff follow, in order of their eagerness

The sharp snap of the plant dances on every tongue.

Hidden and rocky though the path may be,

Treasures await the fresh-faced explorers

A waterfall spills into the creek, misting the group,

As they all file into a hidden cavern behind the rushing waters.

Teachers don’t lecture the students as they fill their cupped palms and stick their little feet in,

Most never having felt such overwhelming, refreshing freedom in their short lives

Staff watches as happiness spreads across usually bleak faces,

Knowing they’re creating core memories for themselves and their students.

When I mutter, “I wish I was a waterfall, strong and powerful and cool,”

It is Mr. A who turns to me to teach the most valuable of all lessons this day

He never lies, and with the intelligence of a middle-aged man from the middle-east, replies:

“But you are, that energy flows through you, too.”

Forever Writing,

quill rose

Banana Skirt

Young with fruitful purpose

Blossoming into words-

“I am Woman”

Grown from the seeds of home

Born fruitfully endowed into trial

With berries of milk

Leaves of pink

Curves of bursting corn

“I, a black Woman”

My skin, a peeling

Covering the buds

Blossoming into overt

Speech against the weeds

Who pretend to be flowers

Occluding to capitalize on Sun

Too young

To understand there is enough

For me, too. 

~ quill rose

manifesting finding a hand written note in the next book you read 📚

quill's secret to writing: old Dance Moms reruns

*peek*

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