The Original Pink Ranger – Day 304, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

Pink Rangers are virtually all one in the same,
Except the original.
Kimberly set the standard on what beauty truly is,
Brains,
A fighter,
And,
A superhero with uncanny wits.
It’s just,
Who she is…
If only we were one in mind,
Body,
And,
Soul.
The only one I notice at an open mic warming up a room gone cold,
By the Artist’s refusal to be themselves.
Cracking me out of my shell,
Enough to laugh shamelessly at her silly songs after a week of dwelling,
On the empty space in my heart I’d like to fill with her laughter,
Her cry.
The strum of her guitar when she’s ready to sing a song I,
Look forward to hearing.
A poet I am,
But,
The way she moves is poetry in motion for my eyes while I sit,
Endeared by her presence…
A presence morphing my frown into a smile from how breathless she leaves me…