By CJ King
Submitted by hairdiva
Date: 2007 Dec 06
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Birthright

December
comes on hard this year.
Cold and daunting
Cold. And daunting.
And the timbre in my voice
Will not be reflecting the resurgence
of hope I feel this year.
No.
I was born to a woman with not a flinch of fear
Or hopelessness.  
And it is my birthright.
And the only way I know.
Though it may be the winter of my heart
It is the spring.
A re-birth
Another beginning
Of the strength that was her gift.  
I love you, Mom.