My middle name is Grace
Not because my parents go to church
But because they believe me gift
Believe the woman who birthed me giver
Believe every one of my breaths miracle
My momma once said I had fireflies trapped in my eyes
The way they sparkle somedays
She has always told me that I am so special
That every day she finds new reasons to love me
Although not blood
People say I look like her
And honestly there is nothing wrong with looking like love in motion
My mother would take a bullet for me
But most days she hides the guns before they find them
Turns the gunpowder into fireworks
And points to the sky and says this is what my heart did the first day I saw you
This is bad turned good
This is abandonment turned adoption
This is stranger turned mother
This is lost then found
This is Grace