A free-verse poem — You carried me through the battlefield
toward this world
and laid my heart like a royal lion
in my hands.
Roar, you said, when it was time,
and I did.
I moved through fears, through mistakes.
I carried your flamboyance in my flamboyance.
Mummy, before you bloomed,
were you also hurt? Were you also
drowning in insecurities?
Once, you sang beside…