You
Your hair
Both soft and course,
Offering my fingers a land of discovery
Your eyes
Those lashes that stretch so far and so high
As if they embody your aspirations
Your lips
Speaking to the fullness of your ancestors
The intensity of your emotions
The depth of your words
Your arms
And the veins that give reason to fight
to stay alive
to push through
despite scarring
Your legs
Which are able to push you forward
Keep you from falling
And blow my mind
Your hands
Which are so selfless
And inviting
A true extension of Your arms
Which compete with any blanket, or nation-state
You
Both soft and course,
Offering my fingers a land of discovery
Your eyes
Those lashes that stretch so far and so high
As if they embody your aspirations
Your lips
Speaking to the fullness of your ancestors
The intensity of your emotions
The depth of your words
Your arms
And the veins that give reason to fight
to stay alive
to push through
despite scarring
Your legs
Which are able to push you forward
Keep you from falling
And blow my mind
Your hands
Which are so selfless
And inviting
A true extension of Your arms
Which compete with any blanket, or nation-state
You
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