A Poem Cradled

there's a poem cradled above the flooded streets of Baton Rogue. 
a girl child floating with the soul of Moses. 
bundled in a floating basket. 
dreaming on another level. 
receiving instructions from the Most High on her purpose for returning to this weary world. 
through this image, she has already began her life of service. 
in her resting place she speaks volumes. she reaches those that were blind yesterday. 
they can see today. 
they see her worth. 
through her act of protest, they are forced to acknowledge the duties they neglected after Katrina left.
they remember their responsibilities now.
but will they act?



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