Mikaela

My dear, there is nothing

I can teach you in regards

to the finite earthly wisdom;

- you are holy

- you are sacred

- you are bound by nothing

because you were birthed

from nothing.

My dear, beware of man -

the almighty seducer, so

insincere in lust and love;

- they are vile

- they are ugly

- they are a representation

of infinite fertility thriving

on false altruism.

My dear, do not fear femininity,

for it births a peaceful pacifism

perched on your esoteric estrogen;

- it is righteous

- it is divine

- it is Christ looking

at Jerusalem with eyes forlorn in

the almighty forgiveness.

My dear, do not be consumed

by the elastic hatred of a world

in contempt of your beautiful soul;

- it is sympathy

- it is empathy

- it is not the selfishness

of red conservativism pinning for

the individual succession.

You are the crowning accumulation

of mother and father,

of mimi and grampy,

and me;

curly hair repose and restitution

alone in communist principles.

My dear, know that you

are lovely. You are for

everyone.