I’m just a weak mild bird
That is so fragile
If I cry my feathers weep
I’m nothing fancy
In fact I have no shine
I once had wings and I could fly
But that ended long ago
As you can see
Please close your eyes keep the secrets from me
Today I wish not to be found
I’m a nighttime bird with nighttime blues
Watch me gradually flow away
If only you knew

Women soar after beauty
It is essential
Bare ******* beneath an empty soul
Swimming in the wind of dreams
I’m flooded  with sweetness
This is not enough
I am not tiny
My ribs don’t protrude
I have visions of gardens and frantic full moons
Ships that have sailed
Women who have failed
No one person is perfect
Neither you or I
I don’t live in the shadows of who I could be
For I am not ashamed of who I have become
I am a young mother
I am a lover
I am a poet
Wearing her heart on her sleeve
I have had many failures
They help me to grow
All of this makes me

You may think that I don’t know what love is
But I asked the sky the flowers and the trees
They all had an explanation for me
The sky spoke in a low hush tone
Whispering to me I will never be alone
That when I feel secluded I’m surrounded by peace and quiet sounds
That I shall never feel alone
The flowers told me something I once knew before I wore scars
Sometimes you will see beauty in someone
But as the layers fades it  reveals the truth
The trees stood brilliant by my side
It held me with its  undergrowth pulling me near  
It told me I’m like no other that I harvest strength everyday
Gives me faith and gives me sound
That there are all moments we don’t want to face
But we take on the hardships that we are dealt
In these moments we find our way

You oppressed, egotistical , ignorant,  uneducated , biased self
Living in the box of conformity
I want to stitch your tongue on the roof of your mouth to silence you  
I refuse to coincide to everyday traditionalist events
I won’t be a victim of  someone’s else’s mistake
Hostilities and intimidation it polluted you ***** little mind
There is nothing unique about  conventional clothes
Poverty ridden the abyss makes me rage
Dreaded emaciated void that overflows with pain
No one is thriving but this phantom pain that you feel is real  
Bleak and suddenly ill
I want to choke out the interior of your shame  
Gelatinous core swallows you whole
While you wear your American mask
This is your wasteland , desolate as your character
It interrupts with clatter as it fractures the earth
Covering you with splinters of despair

I settle closing my eyes
Go to the edge of the earth and I dive
I don’t descend quickly like I intend to
I’m suspended in air with no flight
My body is immobile yet my mind is frantic with expectation
I ask myself  am I still alive ?
For this is what I fear
Surrounded by clouds that trap me
I don’t want to shelter my fall
I need to feel what is real
My fingers intertwine with the atmosphere
For moments that seem to  pass by
I observe the radiance of the sky
The place where the stars live and the sun dies
But nothing can deplete this despondency
My nucleus is torn open with little shreds of glass
I ask for this to be over at last

And I’m afraid I’ll lose it all doing what’s best for me.
Then I’ll be back crawling on my knees.
Because I’m too weak and unable to please.
And I’m afraid I’ll stay lost,
That I’ll never be found,
I’ll spend another night lying lower than the ground.
And I’m afraid love won’t come,
Even If it does I’ll risk it all and run.
And I’m afraid of doing it right,
And I’m afraid of doing it wrong.
And I’m afraid I’ll never ever be where I belong.