Rainbows

As a child I believed without independent a mind

I believed in magic, in dreams, and the impossible

The thing was I thought it was real, so did the adults

Sitting back watching holistic coaches, classes, the fantastic

Grown adults telling me I was an Indigo Child

I tangled with animal communicators and angels,

People who said they could see the unseen

I was at the front lines of acupuncture, hypnosis

Muscle testing and spiritual healing

They kept asking with fervor if I could see it too

There were tellings of unseen colors

Of horse healing powers and I was enveloped

They told me that I could fly in dreams and see the truth

The spiritual connection with the earth and creator

I stayed in the class and tried like the others to throw energy

I spent days with friends as my mother tried to learn

The coaches read my palms and told me I would be a leader

I was a child and I believed them, I had glimpsed fate

Necklaces and crystals were dowsed, incense burned

My mother held hands with the elders, contacting the dead

The people took me in the back and the woman saw my past

Retelling a last life filled with slavery and death

I learned I was a black woman and my mother was my child

The people in this life were in all the ones through time

The fire told stories and they were all real

My childhood was odd, my beliefs sold

Whether the truth or a lie I try not to negotiate

Perhaps those events are what tailored my rigid mind

A religion in science, a skeptical belief

But those paths lead me here, and I am grateful.