I know for a fact that Constantine was a Roman emperor,
and that the sun rises in the east.
I know that I'm allergic to almost every kind of flower,
but if you were a daisy, I'd hate you the least.

I know that elephants can't jump for their lives,
and I know that lines are made out of points.
I know I can say nice things about your everything, from your hair right down to your joints.

I knew marvel as my favorite noun,
and marvel as just a comic to him,
I knew words like indefectible and indescribable,
and how you are one of its synonyms.

I know that throats get strained from shouting,
I know that ears can not stand noise,
I know a lot about sound and resonance,
just as much as I know yours is my favorite voice.

I know that pressure is force over area,
and I know that Cape Town isn't in Hawaii,
I do know a lot of little things,
but not one that could make you love me.

I am
                             A dancer
                             A writer
                             An artist
                             A musician
A creator
                             But if you
                             Wanted
                             To see
What I create
                             A dance
                             A story
                             A painting
                             A song
I would
                             Refuse
                             Turn Red
                             Stall
                             and Deflect
Your attention
                             Because
                             I am
                            Afraid
                            My creations
Will let you
                            Judge me
                            Criticize me
                            Hate me
                            Mock me
They are
                            A piece of me
                            A thought
                            An emotion
                            A fleeting moment
And they are
                            Mine
So if I show you
                            I trust you
Please don’t betray my trust

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Because I am so free,
I will sleep in cages,
To show they cannot harm me,
I will walk my golden feet in mud,
To show I won’t absorb it,
Just as Christ himself,
Who never had a chain,
Chose to live under human rules,
So I will submit,
To pointless stipulations,
Covering,
To truly reveal.
Assenting,
Because I am free.
Those who fly,
Can leave the sky,
And walk,
With light steps.
Shaking off the dust,
Of crowds,
While laughing with them.

I once knew a girl
she was happy and young
until ***** by a stranger's lust

I once thought of a girl
she was scared and frightened
tried to bury the remains of her past

I once thought I knew a girl
But she was damaged at full
never loved or could be loved

I once was that girl
But I hid behind a cover story of
"just a girl".