Hold Her Whole.


Adelle Onyango

Parts make whole

Hold

Me now as forever lets go

More

Is seen when less is blind

Find

That which never hides

My

Being is all parts that make whole.

Hold

Me between a white canvas and make red

Sunburnt kisses with stories to tell

And touches with words to yell

Curled toes curled tangles

We, whole, entwined in heaven’s climax.

Hold

Me as I write and erase then be

Me

A singing silhouette of soul

Whole

Palette of colour presenting to the world

A masterpiece never seen before

Judged and hurt but loved by she

Not fighting for equality. No

Fighting to be

Me.

Whole.

She is different parts but whole woman

And if she cared to be,

She could be part man too.

Hold her whole.

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