I have no distinct poetic agenda Upon the earth I wonder, With a curious mind that can't help but linger They birth thoughts that haunt me That won't let me sleep Until I spill the beans Somewhere in my mind I try to hide these meanings and I'm perturbed, What if they hurt your feelings. I spew the guts that finds my lips, Telling the stories in perfect niche A collage of mixed messages They find me together, sometimes leave me broken It's the hardest of things you will ever think It's passion, truth and beauty. Coerced into what I call the poetic trinity.
This day 6 years ago I was not created, I was made My mind was loose in the wild Free to descend into the unknown, Hades I felt the detriment of my being which kept me enslaved I crawled and clawed out the concave 6 years ago this day I was not born but I was made
He said I tasted sweet but all I felt was bitter For the ways I was betrayed and meant to wither Away like his insides Now out Get out I GET out Of his and in her ways Riding dragons, wearing crowns Down below I see the trays Of minuscule beings who feel like fiery ants but instead they are in the drowns Feel my water, feel my wrath Its sugary sweet cuz I took the hardest path You doubted the warrior, you laughed at my fight No one wants to penetrate this Wild Women's sight It is centuries deep in bellowing boroughs Failed perceptions of powerful slighted heroes I am the truth Hear thee echos I am the way Fear the stare I am the light Sit and sear ******* sugar, pinch its scrub Use as your medicine like the cherub At you own risk, hang on tight This Goddess has won all her fights And like She, victory tastes sweet Now, smell the defeat