Up

Sometimes you wake up

And the purpose is just so clear

Ancestors talked to me

Said Bina

What are you doing here?

What are you fearing here

Little daughter

Why are you crying here?

What are you needing here

Little daughter

What are you asking here?

There is still so much

To be written

So many stories to be told

So many roads to be built

So many truths to unfold

Don’t  you worry about foolish things

Little daughter

Don’t  you worry about foolish things

Wake up

Stand up

And speak up

Up up up!

© Sabrina Moella