By Cheyde Faulkner
The beings kissed by the sun
Moving to the rhythm of the ground
With the heart of a warrior
Whose spirit,
could not be shotton down with any gun
Beauty could not be outweighed by any amount of gold
Standing beside the black man
through harshest cold
Listening to the whispers of the wind
She sang to children of darkened skin
Who cried and wheeped at their blindness
With their low chins,
She then guided
and took them back to where they had been
Rejoicing with grace
Once again, giving birth
To the abundance of love to embrace
The children now acknowledged their worth
The beings kissed by the sun
She is mother earth,
The whole universe.
Cheydé Faulkner is in the 11th grade. She has been writing since the age of 8, in which became a form of self-expression. She also enjoys creating her own music, motivational speaking, and any form of fashion. In her writing, he incorporates parts of her spirituality and the stories of people she has met along her journey. She wishes to provide a captivating perspective in hopes to bring solace to those who may feel like they do not have a voice.