Waking up with a start

Dreaming of your face

Nothing to hold on to but thought


Nothing to voice but pray

Funny how’s it always plays

Be it street or prescribed

It’s always synthetic and derived

Putting up a glass wall

Between what I see

And what I can touch 

But when I could wasn’t it so much

Just so much 

Waking up with a grieving sound

Coming out of my soul

There’s thing we say

But then there’s things we know

And what I knew I just don’t know anymore

If you’re gonna leave 

You could have closed the door

But it’s just a review 

A reoccurrence 

Of all those glass walls

And glass locked doors

The things we see

But can’t get to

Means something to me

Said it means something to you

Begging the winds not to take you

But then that’s selfish of me

To think I could hold something

Till I touched that life

That touched me

Waking up with a start

And I was calling for you

Don’t you do it, don’t you leave

But I couldn’t reach you

When I was awakened 

Weren’t you there too

Weren’t you there too


That’s Why

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I always liked a good story

And smokey voice singing the news

Prose and commentary

That all of us can use

And all the women writers before

Probably would take away my card

For being too female with no anger

And I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Tell me about your hardship

I’ll tell you where to get some answers

Speak to me in ways that don’t victimize

And I’ll come out in your side

We can write that like allies

And I guess that’s why my heroes

Have always been men

From where I’m standing

I can’t see

What that class of feminism

Has done to feed me

I can write like you

And talk like you

To a certain degree

Until I dissent and you crucify me

So I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Some woman in Syria

Sudan and North Korea

Don’t get an eye

Because the eyes can’t get away

From some narcissistic entitled wave

Over here so blinded by something called

Male privelage

And while everyone is dying

We ignore it for something called choice

Choice to rob other voices

And I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

Tell me a story that goes beyond

The sexes and informing of the isms

Aren’t we more than that

Give me space to be

Beyond the divisions in the divisions reality

And the self made victims who never got to see

I guess that’s why

My heroes have always been men

We all steal like artist

But when there’s nothing to see

Except look at me in all my victims brutality

Look at me I’m a woman

What’s next what’s next

And maybe baby

That’s why my story heroes

Have always been men

He says don’t stop writing

And here’s how

Man men are teachers

And fixers and preachers

And I guess that’s why

My supporters

Have always been men

Get over your fears of yourself

Says all my hero men

Sad Baby

I’m sad and it won’t stop


Mourning something in a real slow good bye


And maybe it’s just society

In all their disregard

For all their former niceties

Maybe it’s the game getting played

And played to close to home this time

Maybe it’s the disregard

For all the rhymes this time

I’m sad and it won’t stop


Maybe it’s the reflection

Of the naval gazing narcissistic disorders

Looking on themselves

Till there’s nothing left but

Someone else

Sucking souls dry

In a human eat human


In a world gone mad

Mad got the best of society

Hate themselves and damn proud of it

Yeah we don’t discriminate

Unless someone doesn’t agree

Doesn’t agree


I’m just sad and it won’t stop baby

But maybe

Maybe it’s just grieving

Of somethings future

Not yet gone

Not yet real

And not yet lost

Missing missing

And missing you didn’t tell me

How to do this sad


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