When your skin can kiss the sun
and your smile can crack the sky
and your walk is made to stun
every normal human eye

and your laugh can dim the moon
struggle-magic in your dance
and your voice can serve as tune
for both riot and romance

When you’re born as heaven’s sake
with God nesting in your hair
When you’re born too strong to break
When you’re born too cool to care
I ask you
what difference would it make
if we had some crystal stair?