To think I could be invisible
relieved from this pall of doom
Dressed in a mass of veils –
and adorn the skies
and drenched in heaven’s pearls.
To go where divine ball-gowns are made
with silver lining corsets,
with stitches – the thinnest threads of sparkling stars.
How I would be tickled pink –
to wear a cloud someday.
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Ama Danesi is an author, storyteller, and financial strategist. A self-proclaimed witness to what's possible when stubborn optimism is a core strategy, she holds an MBA and an M.A. in Humanities, and has worked in banking and management in corporate Nigeria and the U.S. She's written an anthology of diaspora stories, "Artificially Flavored Layers," and her upcoming debut children's book, "Mayen and the Unexpected Gift," is part of the Mayen Creative Series. Ama enjoys her family and life in beautiful, sunny California, and she blogs at amadanesi.com.
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