Kamala
She carries her thoroughbred legs
with pride. She’s the majorette
in her own marching band, leads
her own parade. Her Mama told her
she could do anything and she believed
it. Her wide smile, the embodiment of joy.
She scans the audience as though
it holds heaven on earth.
How could your heart not break
at that rapture, that promise.
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How beautiful!
A powerful poem…
You really captured her!
Love this! Those last two lines!
Oh yeah she kicked on the debate too kimkshaver