I Wrote A Poem

In my hand I hold

A photo of a little girl

Whose glasses have yet to become

Contacts

Whose unibrow has yet to find

Tweezers

Whose crooked teeth have yet to carry

Braces

"What would you tell this little girl?"

That there are worlds inside opals

That there is hope inside eyeballs

That there are chances taken

Chances lost

That a city's lights can't brighten

What's darkened inside

That life keeps moving and so will you

So move with the grace

To forgive and embrace

The glasses

The unibrow

The crooked smile