We were not meant to be a people whole.
Our bodies divide humanity’s soul.
We were born broken,
so that the life may pass through us,
so that windy gusts may not topple us.
No air blows through a mountain’s core,
lest rain has born holes through its floor.
Our breaks make us holy.
Our cracks make us strong.
For without such imperfections,
We would be a stagnant song,
a people without change, no measure of success.
We would be a people bound,
never capable of what’s beyond this surface.
Then who are we to say,
“We are more than the rock!”
Alas, it is our gaps between ourselves
that allow us to walk.