Portraits are themselves my language
They speak to the ears of those who will hear

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It is a dog whistle
Those who hear will hear

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Tentative but also urgent

Playful but also mindful

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In conversation with the person in view

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Her words carry my brushstrokes and apply my paint

Her being speaks of life and of value
Of dignity and of hope

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The sanctity of life

The fragility of life

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The fickleness of human wisdom and the strength from the wisdom that comes from above

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She speaks to the strength of humankind

The strength of a woman

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It looks at the ordinary, the day-to-day

Un-championed being
Who at once, in this moment
For these few moments

Is being seen

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And her light shines bright
Illuminating the darkness of her skin making them appear like stars in the night sky

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Listen to the language of the portrait

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Humming through dancing yellows
She is speaking
Sharing words that words themselves cannot articulate

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~G