Big Girls

Big girls cry
Big tears
So be kind to me

My tears are magic
And history
And freedom

No longer wearing
Dewy smooth skin
Be sweet to me

I am becoming
A beautiful sculpture
The road maps on my face
Leads to treasure

I leap no bounds
My steps deliberate
Careful
Be slow with me

Now see/feel things forgotten, ignored
Wisdom resides at a
Slower pace

Joy in my tears
Treasure in my skin
Wisdom in my walk

Let my mystery renew you

Ayesha Ali
December 18, 2009