Tonight I am sitting around the fire that I lit
by burning all those poems I wrote for you.
And I swear it looks so beautiful as the flames
touch the stars just like I thought
my words would touch your heart.

Lanterns swing lonely
In bitter howling wind
The howl of a distant wolf
Flames flicker in the night
And she is lost—lost
Never to be found again

**~Marian~

Born Jamaican, to a single mom
Watched her struggle, in that land
Day and night through stress and fears
She worked real hard building tiers

For years, she was our founding rock
Teaching, preaching, assuring with gust

Yeah, she complained
She's only human
That the man wasn't there,
to help us move onward

Now, I'm grown
Facing life
Mirror image of her past life
Struggled with my kids in kind

Hoping for a life devine

Feeling not so pretty
in the middle of the night

I've got a glass of wine
and a fluorescent light.

I've got a fridge full of leftovers

of feelings

of spite

I've got a bottle to my left

and its contents to my right.

And there's a morning fast approaching
In which the real life lies

but my body isn't tired
and my brain is stirring fry

and my hands are typing nonsense
as my face becomes my eyes

there's a birdie in the corner
in the corner with the flies

I've got one more chance to make it
but my head's become my mind

I've got one more chance to shake it
but I just can't quite decide.

You asked me
"Why do you call me princess"
Well it's a number of things

One:
You are so beautiful
Not just physically
But mentally

I look into your eyes
I see who you really are
A beautiful women
I look passed the scars
And all the imperfections

But when you look at yourself
All you see are the scars
The imperfections in your skin
And in your head

I want you to see yourself
The way I see you
I want you to treat yourself
The way I treat you
As the beautiful princess you are

And one day
I will marry you, princess
I will become your prince