What I resound through my poem is peace to all. My anthem of love, persuasion of trust. I got ideas but i still lust. And in these tones and rythm of letters u can hear the cries of the broken, hear the laughter of the victors, feel the tears of the mother...earth.. who birth experiences known to man. For I got ideas in my hand and in my eyes are nerve ending signals sending meaning to my thoughts. I Got ideas. I got food for thought.
Friday, November 5, 2010
I WILL TRY
My life is not that easy
I wana look in the mirror and not see a distorted figure
I want to be happy in me
And not for everybody.
I wana look in the mirror and see smiles as bright as the sun
A girl pure in body whose heart has never been parted
Forcibly like the parting of my legs.
I want not to be embarrassed and run from my pain.
But look me in the eyes and say “ I’m beautiful”
I want true love.
It’s the scariest thing in the world to confront the mirror
That so blatantly shows me what I am,
But hides what I can be.
I will try to share my whole with the world.
I will try.
June 9, 2006
Open heart surgery
Separating two chambers of one heart
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