Me, you
Deja vu
Once again, I fall for you

I want you
But I don't want to

Two poems written by my great niece Layla for my sister (her grandma, whom she calls Yaya)  and me, whom she calls Lur.  
She wanted to use my real name and she sounded it out.  Lura is what she came up with.  I love her so much and when I read her poems my heart melted.  I told her I would share them and she got
so excited.  She wants her feed back so have at it.  fyi, she's 9 years
old going on 20!


For her Yaya....

Yourself

Awesome

You're the best

Awesome grandmother

and mine....

Loving

Unique

Radiant

Amazing story teller

No street lights
Darkness complete
Moon as a night light
Your hand in mine

I look up
Awed at the sight
The stars are twinkling
Just for us

We stole the stars

I smile at the thought
You squeeze my hand
I look up at you
You lean in and kiss me

We dance you and I
In the dark
Under the moon
Beneath the stolen stars

As a woman
I have been told
I am so much prettier when I smile
Even if the pain behind that sparkle
In my eye has been there for awhile
As a woman
I have had my body
Stolen from me
Made to feel like a toy
To please some shallow boy
As a woman
I have had my mind
Stolen from me
Made to feel inadequate
If I don't fit the norms society dipicts 
As a woman
I feel trapped
In a world run by misogynistic men
One step forward, three steps back
Your job is to serve
Anything else we condemn
As a woman
I have had to listen
To men make decisions
On our behalf
As they sit up high on their horses
Satisfied and accomplished, they laugh
As a woman
I have seen equality snatched
From our hands
Time and time again
As a woman
I am made to feel equal
When that is not the case
We may have won the vote
But we are losing the race
As a woman
I will not give up this fight
Even if sometimes it feels hopeless
And I am filled with trite
As a woman,
I am proud to call myself a feminist
Even if some roll their eyes
Their teeth they ignorantly kiss
As a woman
I will make my voice heard
I am calling on you today
Every man, woman, boy and girl
As a woman
I will march until my feet tire
Until all women on this Earth
Have the opportunity
To do whatever they desire
As a woman
I stand together
With others just like me
Fighting for the day
We can all be free

the sun is my king and sometimes it asks me
what i'm doing down here on earth
i can't help but explain that everything has it's place and there are certain rules you cannot bend
i consistently want to have a ****** job wherein it slowly melts my spirits but not really
what i really want is nothing by the sea
doesn't matter which one
where i can pray into the sand
where someone asks
who are you? what are you doing?
and i can tell them
at ease, at ease
like that cowboy i remember from my childhood
this is me at my most degenerate
at my most free
but you wouldn't know
except the sun king and I