An Opus to Me

I’ve always been the cool  chick

so down with the cause

Never been considered sexy until

sitting down, talking to me and clawing through my thoughts.

I’m reclusive by nature

although I may come off a socialite–

talking, laughing, joking and agreeing with your sights,

Whether it be women’s lib or civil rights

but the truth of the matter is that I’m screaming inside,

“NO, I do NOT agree,”

and the fact that I sacrifice my me-ness

for YOU

says a lot about ME.

It’s time to grow

to change

take a stand for who I am

even if it means that figuring ME out

does not go according to YOUR plan.

See, I am who I am

and I’ll be who I be

as long as at the end of

the day, I’ll still be in love with me.

So many years spent catering to other souls

Never wondering what it takes in fact

to make ME whole.

But I suppose that’s what happens

when you come in close encounter with my age.

You see yourself for less than YOU

and it fills you with rage.

So–I’ll be selfish for this time

to establish who I am

and when I’m done, it will take

a special audience to groove to my jam…

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my space

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The first stroke is the best stroke
it always leaves her wanting more-
there are moments of pain, but pleasure at the core.

Waiting in anticipation for emotions that will be placed
ever so gingerly, but thoughtfully in her space.
One thousand journeys have been traveled
transcending both time and place.

Limitless pains and boundless joys-
here is where they will all unfold
A myriad of adventures, most of them untold.

How possible is it to share the depths of the human heart?
How possible is it to navigate waters – clearly uncharted territory–
weaving together broken strands that will tell the human story?

Only one place can be deemed as safe
in this pitiful notebook that leaves no judgment to be faced.