of God
Crashes over me
like an eternal
infinite
ocean of waves

We are life's greatest mystery
'biology' 'anatomy'- just terms attempting to define who we are
One of the things that truly defines us
is just being us
My heritage, my language, the color of my skin
your heritage, your language, the color of your skin
All the more, it makes us
who we are

you can't help it
if you're born the way you are
if the world is being cruel to you about it

said that girls were the weaker gender
needed a man?
Perhaps
perhaps
you've forgotten
That women were created
to be men's helper

The glistening gleam in her eye
Knew that she needed one person
to hug her close

shines and snags your mind
drags it into
the world of poetry

it was his silence that
ripped open the rest of the faltering stitches