Her laughter
Spills forth,
Out of the photo
On the tired
School board,
And into the
Eyes of
Wondering children.
Her skin
Smooth, clear, black
Shines beautifully
Into their minds.
Her hands
Worn hard by
Twisted ropes,
Show soft minds,
Another way.
Her clothes
Patched, ragged, ill-fitting,
Cover their hearts,
With awareness
Of difference.
Anne E Thompson 