My Danni, my sistah,

Born of different mothers, fathers,

My sistah of my heart, sistahs by choice,

We transcend blood, DNA, cultures, religion and geography.

Creative souls, we observe, we see, we try to percieve,

You draw, you paint, you sketch,

I posit, I write, I scribble,

What is in our minds eye,

Creating a picture, sistahs of right sided genuis,

Oh Danni, my sistah, my friend.

Poem - Mine