Who were you
to cry your godless tears
over the hair of this earth?

Tell yourself a lie
and tell yourself an omen.
Tell us fate and tell us tears
in the footprints tracked across your soul
and
tell us bruises, stained shirts & pants
in the blood pressed against our soles.

You are diamonds and you are grace,
you are stars and you are glitter,
you are preemptive frost and you are explosions…

Tell us a story
in your worn, reflected gaze.
And tell us

Who was it
to cry their godless tears
over your skin?