and let our hair get stuck
on our fingertips.
coaxing us to the grass;
wrapping their way through our toes.
slick pebbles weigh down your pockets.
i braid sunshine into your hair,
i sew sunshine onto your skin;
ribbons that glow warm.
the hum of the wind
catches on your breath.
We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.