by Laurence Wilkins17 Apr 2019
My beloved frida
I call upon my muse:
you have sheltered yourself for too long
all of your walls are dripping with resentment
they have eyes, much like yours that should not be
you are just like the birds, and just as
not all caged birds sing, but the ones that do, sing for their
the fortunate ones,
never look back.
I know it would take a miracle to get through
but I have faith
for as long as you exist
so will miracles.