They say not even twins have the same fingerprint
which means there is literally no one just like you.
Even the ground is confused in the way that you walk
when you wake, the earth
quakes
and shudders, and the sun smiles.
It peaks from behind the clouds
illuminating heaven-bound highways
it is waiting for you
to let your own light shine.
Just listen to how the wind stutters your name
You precious one.
You rarity.
You delicate rock.
You towering mountain.
You are not only golden
you are gold.
Hair like wool
skin like silk
You are historic.
Your mother and father’s prophecy in one body
a history unto yourself.
The PBS Blog 