I celebrate gold’s depth. Its use in time, with poets and prophets and common men with words, used to express what would be of utmost quality. Gold stands as the metaphor that holds alongside light and truth, the goodness of heart. 

I celebrate gold’s shallowness. Its use in adornments: bangles and long dangling earrings, bells clinging against ankles. I celebrate its feeling of freedom, a woman to claim herself as a goddess and walk weak of modesty to the clatter and clank of her body’s majesty.

 I celebrate you, gold. I celebrate your word, your yellowness of metal, your justice to the beauty that is. Despite all that glitters, not everything is gold.