Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
my late-night strolls wouldn't be seen as coy.
Sometimes I wish I was born as a boy
at least I wouldn't be reduced to a mere toy.

Sometimes I wish wasn't born as a female
my life story would have been a tellable tale.
Sometimes I wish I wasn't born as a female
my journey wouldn't have been filled with storms and hail.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't born at all
coz there nothing I hate more than being a life-size doll.

Serene words
are like good seeds
planted in the mind.
Watered by the smile
that will bloom for miles.

No rhyme at this time
Empty heart and empty mind
Can't love or opine

What would happen if the moon leaked?
Would there be a luminous canal
that flowed with moon milk?
Would we be able to bathe in
a shimmering pool of silver?

She was in love with her captor,
had the appetite of a raptor,
sharp talons slash her deep,
no way up it's much to steep.

I stopped and watched her,
as she eased to the edge,
wondering if she would jump,
my throat tightened into a lump.

Pain is a game,
that is always won,
shame is the same,
each and every one.

Red velvet tears
her face now stained,
syrupy sweet
but so full of pain.

What the ants built overnight
I can destroy in a minute.
What the ants teach in a second
I can never learn in a lifetime.

You can’t unring this bell
       of sorrow with your heart
as dark as tonight in El Paso
        Texas by texting more lies
between rounds of golf
         with twenty lives lost
just because you’re El Presidente.