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  • Writer: Yaira Ebanks
    Yaira Ebanks
  • Jul 9, 2025
  • 1 min read

I look down,

teach me to walk with the firm grace of kindness.


My eyes blink,

remind me to see with childlike wonder.


My lips part,

teach me to speak with clarity and fairness.


I look up,

show me how to release that which leads to pain and despair.



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