We are born fearless, and named after our grandmothers
Then we are hushed, beaten and ashamed
We then built walls, taller than we will ever be
Beyond the clouds, those walls protect you and me
Then we grow up and learn to see
those walls which fortified us, keep us from being free
They’ve become a cage, we must find a way to escape
To get to the light Beyond our enclosed landscape
We inherit the strength and strife of our ancestors
Generations of oppressed children in cages
Self-built and outsourced
Yet, We blame ourselves for so much more
What if I told you it’s all OK?
What if you had permission to thrive?
What if in an instant, you tore down your walls?
What if you believe you could fly?
I’ve been beaten, assaulted, invaded, and invalidated and thrown
Boundaries a foreign concept, and now I’ve learned
That I have a right to one or two of my own
It is my time and time for you
The ripeness of this moment will free you
Like it has freed me, all you have to do is surrender to the sacred savior inside of you
That little girl who saved you
Who gave you the tools to save yourself
She is your higher power
She is your salvation
Treat her with respect and compassion
Cradle her when things become tough
She carried you, now you must carry her
She didn’t deserve her oppression
she didn’t ask for a beating
She called out for help and her mother never answered
She now has you, her protector
I knew a dual world
Two extremes of life
A cradling and an abandonment
A vision of everlasting love and a nightmare of neglect
A plethora of mentors and guides, a whole population of me – shaped limitations
A society meant to hold me down and also the privilege and the choice to rise above
I am finding my way back to the Looking Glass
A child of Neptune sternly placed among the ills of life
Too forcefully unsupported and left with your homemade guilt
There is true wisdom in my fantasies
Yet they were too early extinguished, and I am finding my way back now
You can also find yours.
The path to the box of liquid filled rainbows,
The visions lie beyond what we can see
The inspiration my little girl has left for me to be
She still has her key, it was hidden and is now bright
Shining by the light through the keyhole of the drawer she buried it out of sight.
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Earle and Juanita Moore, better known as Maw Maw and Paw Paw to all of you. They helped me to be the resilient person I have been. I change my last name in their honor, and give myself permission to be loved and appreciated as the woman I have become. 
anita lorraine moore 