back to love

Ripped from her bosom, tortured child screams no more 

Uprooted from intimacy, heart is cold 

Suicidal  disobedience, fire and rage 

Ancestors speak, Please come back to the warm 

Feel earth on your feet, dance with the rain, don’t forget you were born with utmost respect 

Child bare, broken heart, bloody hands 

Suffering eyes begging for love 

And everyday mama weeps and prays that her babe finds it’s way back to love 

Written by: Dijana Boskovic, Thursday November 8, 2012