We come speaking tongues
Spanglish editions of handwritten love songs
Scribbled fiercely and flung
Into heartbeats
Who said nothing could grow from this?
Love practiced on lined dreams
We make babies to make peace
Love is godly
I think love is godly
We be full of promise
With this seed
Hold my belly and believe
Change is coming
It does take a village
And we need so many
This poem is strong and full of hope. It’s tone is concise and deliberate…and lovely.
I like how you used the line spacings to help convey meaning here, Jinnette. The poem moves at a graceful pace, too, in such ways.