Tend to the soul of me
that means the whole of me
feed my mind my heart my head
nourish the part that doesn’t need bread
water me with love, watch me grow
a person will flower before you know

Mmm, the sound babies make
before they know how to speak.
Small murmurs in the dark, waiting for light through the window.
I try to follow the recipe:
Hazelnut, flour, pretense.
Stir, stir, stir.

I hear the radio from the living room:
Silent night, o holy night
My mother sleeps on the sofa,
and she’ll sleep until the light comes through the window.
Coffee sloshes against the back of my teeth like whistling wind on a train through Mumbai, and I hear the voice in the back of my head:
Take your mother to India before she dies.

Eggs, butter, time: whip and stir.
I am trying myself to bake the cake for my mother’s birthday. She deserves so much.
I think of the summer in the south
The neighbor with the baby
The mother wailing
I can’t do this I can’t do this
And I hear my mother’s voice in the back of my head:
If you want something done right,
do it yourself.

dance with daddy
wear your tutu
spin and twirl

hold his hand
arabesques

pirouette
into his arms
and heart

you’re his little
prima ballerina

Something raw,
Something Passionate & A love so lively.
I need someone who will recognize the effort and hard work that I put in to loving them.

I've broken my back, spent my checks on food to make you a romantic dinner, and in turn you LIE and go FLY to another dimension, telling me you've fallen asleep.

I surely and truly do hope that's the answer,
because right now i' am questioning my faith towards my love for you.

How blind can I be?
Right...you're right, love makes people blind, but is that really the case when all we want to give and take is a love granted at the stake.

You know I love you,
I' have sacrificed so much out of my yearning days to be with you,
to help all of your depressing problems that you speak of.
I try every day, even when you're battling demons, to stay by your side and give up things i do throughout my day.

To make sure i'm home on time, to speak to you.
And in return you continue to LIE, LIE LIE.
Why, does no body love me?
and if you do, why?
when I question you, you get mad.

I just don't understand, am I a fool?
a fool for loving someone like you?
Please to God, give me the answers as for I cannot give oath to my own love letter.

Camera, lights, action...
Wake up, get up and don't forget to stay up.
Sway n walk but remember not to drop,
this is what we are going to call fashion.
Bring your hips left to right, stand up tall
and try not to fright. Bright lights up in it,
cause every gentleman loves to stare as the
senorita walks up the stairs in her high stilettos.
Smell of fresh fabric and the grip of leather tights,
take it and wear it because tonight you're the Queen
of the ball baby, coming out through the dark light.
We want fashion, poise and something to call Sensuous.
Do the cat walk
Strike a pose and tip to your toes,
cause tonight is fashion.
Competitive looks and reading books, you know you're in
it for the game to win it.

I think I prefer him on the down low
Getting him on the cellular is a no go
Stays ringing in my heart and ears
I want his backhand and his tears
Creeping during the darkest hour
He is my nightshade poison flower

Bad boy with bulging veins
Stripped down to his pain
And he's not so tough anymore
He's got the sweetest core

I think I prefer him on the down low
Plan a date in the day and he's a no show
Leave my midnight window ajar
Like an alley cat he's never too far
My thighs double as his pillow
Got that sadness like the willow

Bad boy covered in ****** ink
But he smiles and I sink
And he's not so tough anymore
When his clothes hit the floor