I dreamed. Finally
A dream that was better than this torn up reality
You came to me holding out your hand
I looked at in disgust already knowing your plan
In this dream I already knew you would use me then toss my body a side
Draw me in with false words then laugh as I choked on my pride
You tried to get the best of me
That wasn't happening, not in my dream
No here I was the Queen
I came out on top
Not once did I drop
Fall off my pedestal
No longer was I the fool
You bowed at my feet
And I just looked at you how you use to look at me
In disgust
Yet still I could not refuse my lust
A mistake I made and will never repeat
Yet in this dream I stood tall and never admitted defeat
It faded to soon
Light shining through
Waking me to my torn reality
Losing my fantasy
Reminding me that I am the one who is scarred
Torn from the marks you left on this heart

I find it scary how there is no escape,
There is no escape from ignorance,
There is no escape from arrogance,
There is no escape from being judged,
There is no escape from racism,
There is no escape from sexism,
There is no escape from homophobia,
There is no escape from cruelty,
There is no escape from heartbreaks,
There is no escape from disappointment,
There is no escape from failure,
There is no escape from fear,
There is no escape from hatred,
There is no escape from war,
There is no escape from reality,
              NO ESCAPE FROM LIFE.

Truth is a man of stone
No matter how we bend his words
He is the truth and he alone
We hack away at his heart with swords

We tell each other that he lies
That everything is relative
But our bendable "truth" soon dies
And leaves us dangerously adrift

Our relative truth Is flexible
That's what we want to some degree
But as the man of truth has told
The real truth will set us free

Trump's next speech - -

**We the people,
aside of me
believe in order
to convince
a perfect union
only the rich
deserve to survive,
will give each and
every citizen
fifty bucks if they
don't let Latinos in

From the softness of her wrist
Bleeds vibrant shades of red
But all she sees is black and white
A beating heart but dead
As tears cascade across her cheek
From kaleidoscopic eyes
Feels not but the paralysis
Sees only greyer skies
So blind to her own beauty
She breathes her final breath
Gone are the watercolours
Now shadowed by her death

I wasn't afraid if the Devil sent you to me. In fact, if it was the Devil then this would all make complete sense. But the thing I'm terrified of is if God was the one who brought you to me. I wondered if you were a test- some graded assignment I had to complete to get to the Gates of Heaven.

Yet after meeting you, I didn't want to ascend into the Gates of Heaven. I wanted to stay on Earth, still using 24 hours trying to figure out why we are here. I wanted to stay in Purgatory, sinking my nails into the depth the darkness while you hold me up. I wanted to descend into the hole of hell to feel comfortable in the fire with you. All I wanted was you- in each stage of hell or life. I wanted you.

You see, thats why I think God gave me you. I think God gave me a test, and I'm still not sure if I passed or not.