By the Grace of the Stars,
and how they shine upon the Earth,
Lighting up the night sky,
And by the People,
Those with scars, with soldiers running along fingers
An army of fight strung into skin,
With Mangoes as mouths,
With hope anchored into bones,
A boat of a body,
Manouvering between the different shores of people,
How fortunate I am,
To have the lovers I have surround me,
My maginficent tribe,
a curation of Light, way beyond my scope,
My Keepers
Ambrosial,
Whole,
Keeping me Sweet,
Even while I burn.