A poem a day for 2013 - day 321 - Wish you. Wish me. Well.

I am a mother and artist, poet and lover and creator of beautiful and cowardly sounds. I am so brave, way I walk this dirt with these two feet. Don't you want to know me and say nice things to me and wish me well? That is all I want for you, to wish you well in your own skin, happy and free to move about, why are we so push to pull our sisters our brothers this way and other? If I see you along your way I will give the biggest kiss I can blow. An embrace so God we ready one hundred more miles to go.