From the blaze comes melted wax
The colors mixed intense 
Her canvas now the world
No longer boxed in 
Mentored by right mind 
Guided mind left 
The picture drawn 
Ruined by scribble
Creatively wronged
Dear to mothers 
Who suffered 
Held back by 
 envision of her 
Womanly self
Go back to the roots
Water and clay 
The earth surrounds her
her last days
Marked Hers 

Tamika LaShelle Miles