Deja

my niece lives basketball
softball
soccer

she loves to play
in a crowd of Mexican boys
she is the brown shinned
black girl whizzing by
with ball at foot

braided black hair
small mouse face
holding brown wide eyes
eager to know

are we there yet

star of every show
pink tights
cloth boots
bows and head bands
belts and bell bottoms

she dance to whatever tune you play
aint got no shame about it
no matter the crowd

breathes beyond the fear
at any fight
stands a foot under her brother
but taller than any tree you name

long legs
hoop dreams

Deja is a river

racing through
grades
sports plays
Sundays

she spins, turns and skates
grass
flowers
houses
birds
she swoop through the street so fast

Deja is the sun

laughing at the wind
crying with the worms

park
beach
school
church
home
sky
thunder
unicorn
fairy

this world is small
Deja can hold this globe
betwen the space
in her teeth

we better hope
she don't bite down one day

we can learn something from Deja

how to play
when to cry
why to laugh
always to forgive

loving to be