is it just me
or is there a splash of magic in
sipping hot coffee
feeling the chill under my skin

distant voices see
the slightest burn to my tongue
cross legged I be
alone to hear melodious words sung

To be human
is to love and to lose

The
sweetest
secrets
hurt
the
most

The saying goes
"I'm a lover, not a fighter",
but it's not true,
not for me,
and not for you,
'cause we're all tired
of sweet submission,
of the "good girl" rep,
or the "golden boy" classification.

We're ready,
let the tides rise
armed with authority,
let the waves approach
armed with society,
eventually
every tide sinks,
and every wave crashes,
We're ready
to fight.