fire into blossomflame into petaltransformation begins like this:don’t believe whatthey tell youwhen their story is based on your impoverishment and supplicationwhen they stand to benefitfrom your smallness your lack of sovereignty your complicity with shamethey may light the pyre but remember, dear woman,your spine is full of witch lightand your soul is phoenix wingwhere they seek to destroy,you seek to transformleave a blessing where there was burntake wing take skyblaze a trailwhere once there wasstick match smoke now there is flaming petalsmoldering bloomthe wide garden skyalight with possibility -Angi Sullins