Little Black Pearl
Little black pearl
Formed from city grit.
Pressurized by violence.
Layers of scars-a survivor.
There were no birds or trees.
Only concrete eggs in broken nests.
Harsh decades under moonlit gunplay.
Never time for a young mind to rest.
So hard escaping from dark, ugly caves.
Finally, you've arrived, rolling into the light.
Not a mirage but something of a miracle.
At the very top of your class, nobody held your hand.
Tassel merrily dancing to the left of a black pearl face.
Smiling a shade beyond bright.
For the moment, color is insignificant.
There's still much work to be done.
Many more hurdles-mostly unseen.
Battles lost, and battles won.
But nothing that you can't overcome.
Wearing bright feathers of a dream.
Little Black Pearl
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