Isanaklesh (Invincible)

One day at a time, no matter rain or shine,
Whether strangers gave 2 cents, or shared 2 cents,
Counting blessings upon blessings,
Finding a piece of children’s chalk,
Before the sun sets, R.I.P. Mother Earth,

Condemned by briefcases, the red carpet, and food stamps,
Children chasing shadows, an empty basketball court,
Picks up recyclables, on rare equations dollar bills,
Stereotypes broken, no liquor smell, or bottle found,
Instead, a couple bread crumbs and a Jane Doe feeding birds,

No questions, sometimes stares, children laugh,
Grown men scowl, wealthy women spit,
Celebrities abuse, mock, and pretend to care,
Ordinary people ignore, to ask her name,
Would be to seek knowledge,

Giirr ngaya Gamilaraay;
Gayaa ngaya Gamilaraay.
Dhayn ngaya Yugambeah winangaylanha.
Dhawun ngaya nguwalay, Yugambeah winangaylanha.
Giirr ngiyani gayaa mari,
Burrulaadhi maalbarradhi
Maalbala ngiyani nguwalay.
Dhayn, mari, gayaabali ngiyani.

One day at a time, no matter rain or shine,
Whether strangers gave 2 cents, or shared 2 cents,
Counting blessings upon blessings,
Finding a piece of children’s chalk,
Before the sun sets, R.I.P. Mother Earth,

During the day, poetry spoken, by Isanaklesh’s lips,
Travels across hymn notes, painted by a Blind artist,
Rhythm felt by a deaf Ballet dancer, a new language,
Multiple tongues, accents, and histories,
Most days, lovely scarred brown feet, walk bare,

Today was the last day, seen by sleepy eyes,
Countless minutes passed by, and so did hollow sheep,
Like most days, her heart followed a certain beat,
It could not be copied, nor duplicated, just read,
An open book, hiding nothing, dreaming of Buffalo,

Before she left, a promise was made, one of hope,
Free of stress, just a single piece of fabric,
Between her skin and the never-ending blue sky,
Tattoos celebrating life, piercings, reminders,

Black long hair, mixed with red clay,
On this hot day, the card-board box held no custodian,
Left nothing but a note, one suggestion,
Do not forget, that you are guests, and nothing more,

One day at a time, no matter rain or shine,
Whether strangers gave 2 cents, or shared their own 2 cents,
Counting blessings upon blessings,
Finding a piece of children’s chalk,
Before the sun sets, R.I.P. Mother Earth,

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