Heart soon to stop,
Taking precious breaths,
On borrowed time,
They’re standing over my bed,
Asking for a last request
No last rites
No words of wisdom.

All I want to say,
Is that I just want you to take me home,
Sweep me away in my last hours,
To where we began,
Family has been there my whole life,
But there will never be enough time with you it seems.

Wrap yourself around me,
Call me baby,
My little paw in yours,
Make me dream the way you used to,
With a sparkle in my eye,
Make believe that I will live forever,
Like a character in one of your stories.

A kiss on the nose,
Just hold me when it’s time drift away,
Telling me ‘mucho, mucho, mucho’,
Whispering to me that everything is going to be okay.

Just take me home,
Which is anywhere you are.

You may be physically stronger than me,
Perhaps you are saner than me,
Maybe even more honest than me,
But you accuse me of never being as exceptional as you are,
Never quite reaching your level of greatness.

You speak of your greatness,
As a poet,
Attempting to weave words,
Rhyme them,
Bend them to your will,
Trying to mirror what you see on TV,
Writing about blow jobs, *****, and benjamins,
You insist that you’re so deep,
When the deepest I’ve ever seen you go was inside of me.

You speak of your greatness,
As a man,
Boasting of how handsome you are,
Pointing out my ****** flaws,
But when you really look at yourself in the mirror,
You hate what you see,
You slapped me around,
Then say it’s my fault,
My stupidity.

I hate to be the one to tell you this,
As I was always told a real woman was supposed to build up a man,
I never want to be the killer of dreams,
But you don’t weave words,
You don’t bend them to your will,
They circle around you,
Too fast for you to catch,
You don’t have any benjamins,
Just some 20’s from your mother.
The only depth you’ll find in your soul is being ankle deep in *******.

I am far from perfect body and mind,
But I can bend words,
Weave them into things you could never imagine,
They flow from my pen,
From the sway of my hips,
Rolling off my tongue,
Oozing from my pores
Without even noticing,
I make poetry.


You are no poet,
And you sure are not a man

Ever since I immersed from the womb,
I swam against the tide,
Never learning the easy way

People around me have always wondered,
‘What creature is this?’
‘Why does she stand alone?’

Sometimes my arms get tired,
And my legs grow weak,
The smooth sailing ships often stop,
With its jovial passengers,
Offering me a spot in their carefree crew,
To join them as they let the vast, mighty sea determine their destination,
Never having to give it a second thought,
But never do I give in

As they would dance jovially in their uniform way,
I would be off-beat,
Hearing my own song,
The one inside


I would much rather be alone,
Dancing through life the same as I always do,
Intrinsically.

I count the days,
The months that we have been apart
I dream of the moments when time stopped
When you kissed me,
As I awoke in the middle of the night
Sensing the comfort of your presence,
But you were not there.