Elena…my ninja…
Her long brown hair and voice like a songbird. A Thanksgiving text in my darkest hour,illuminated her gorgeous heart,one that I look into my snow globe for.

Shawndra…Shawndrizzle…
Her poetic words and golden twist unravel her power as a black, independent,woman and never changing faith,A faith that I shake my snow globe for.

Yinka…Oh Yinka…
Her crinkly black weave and British accent.Her hopeful voice that can be heard in every deaf ear.For her spirit I look in my snow globe for.

Carlise…my big sister…
She sings with a voice of power and courage.A fighter of love and hope, peace always being her cause. I shake my snow globe in search for her love.

Jessi…my home skillet…
Her long wavy brown and gold hair with the design of angel wings shaved into her skull.A failure made into a prosperous young woman.Determination will always be her banner she waves
in battle. I look in my snow globe for her banner.

My admiration bows to its knees for my mother…her eyes brown as her skin. Her laughter like a
trumpet forever sounding. She stands as a warrior in every trial and failure.

No longer will I shake my snow globe.