"I knew a girl
who spoke like ink flowed
so my ink flowed through her
and everything I wrote was in her voice.
      Her dress moved as fluidly as her laugh
            like waves in the ocean
                            Her name sounded
          like everything I had ever thought
But what was it
                  what was it?"

It wasn't about love
It was connection
At that point I could count every freckle on his body
Mark every spot I had kissed
I had made up a story of every scar
Turning the childhood bike accident
Into Hercules
The old burn
Into Achilles
If I close my eyes I can still see every muscle and tendon in his stomach
Move up and down with gentle breaths
I can still hear his pulse
And feel ours beating together as one
For a few minutes two were one
And when it was over
I could still remember
57 freckles
The two on his stomach rising as my ear rested on his chest
So I didn't wait
He wasn't my first
But if I still close my eyes
I can remember them all in sync
The rushing pulses like the rushing ocean
Freckles plentiful like the stars
Remember stories of scars filling pages and pages of memory
And for that moment we are all connected as one

Cigarette smoke caresses your figure
           a silhouette of ash
I wonder if anyone knows what you really look like
          Swear words gloss your chapped lips
                     ****
It sounds heavy from you
           almost as thick as your *****, brown hair
Your lipstick is red like the blood you've spilled
                  You said it wasn't ******
He deserved to die
           Came close to where you were standing
                                                                Touched your shoulder and called you
"Baby"
                                  punctured his stomach
                                                 cut off his ****
                                                         and called him a
"*******"
                         used his blood to paint a warning
"to any others"
  

                   Cigarette smoke caresses your figure
               No one really knows what you look like

I have the privilege
           Of forgetting my heritage
Because seventy years ago my grandfather rejected his home country
     For mine
And a people so focused on not being a minority
              That I am no longer considered one
I can move into privileged neighborhoods
       Because sixty years ago my grandparents tore a few pages out of their books
I will be hired because fifty years ago my father was born
                             A parchment colored page
And forty years ago my grandfather refused to teach his son his native language to his son
         So he could be privileged enough to forget his heritage
And thirty years later meet a white women
                   Twenty years, marry her
                       Seventeen a son
                          Fifteen a daughter
the color of a blank page
               But I will not tear out my pages
Nor will I let them stay empty
      I may have risen above my grandfather's homeland
                       But I will be sure never to forget it

Without you I am
Like the trees in the winter
Completely barren

Jesus is a liberal
This is a fact that can easily be proven,
If you look at God’s Son in the scripture,
You may reach the same conclusion
Could you believe
That the God who created us
Created abortion
Maybe he found his children’s cries too hard to bear
So He came up with a solution that was only fair
“Take your children
Give them to me
I’ll give you both a better life, you’ll see
Don’t listen to those people outside
Their shouting is a sin
Please don’t cry, just come in.”
This same God
Fights for gay marriage
And cries when He hears His children being disparaged
He created love above all things
For some He created an Adam
For others an Eve
He did not decided this on gender or ***
But on who would love His child the best
And on welfare benefits
Jesus is number one
Giving to the poor and those who have none
Getting drunk on communion wine,
Jesus always would've voted
You see Jesus’ ministry was entirely devoted
To serving those who no one else would serve
Making sure everyone receives even if they don't deserve
So when you look at the evidence it’s quite clear that
Jesus was a democrat

I've got
                   fight
       tattooed not on my bicep
                           but in my lungs
            so I never forget that it's just
one breath at a time