I would like to take the time to introduce myself to myself
Show myself the strengths and confidence that exists
Reveal all the secrets, fears and doubts and begin to tell the truth to myself
And even as I throw all these skeletons out…I look forward to learning other things myself forgot to mention when I was introducing myself to myself….
Who told this little black bird that she couldn’t sing?
Her lyrics tell tales of a broken heart searching for a home
That to me is a tune we all can relate
So who told this little black bird she couldn’t sing?
Who told this little black bird she couldn’t fly?
Her wings were made to rise like a phoenix
From the ashes of pain, poverty and her past
That to me is a journey we all walk
So who told this little black bird she couldn’t fly?
Who told this little black bird she couldn’t?
This little black bird sings through poetry, she flies in her imagination, a journey with no limits
So who told this little black bird she couldn’t?
Because this little black bird lives.
…………………………………………….for all birds
I’d like to start by closing my eyes
Wet, but not too wet
Just enough to moisten mine and I moisten yours
Interlocking yours with mine so tightly we have to breathe through our nostrils
Accompanied by my hands on your cheeks, travelling to your neck just about gripping your breasts
All the while swaying heads from side to side making those movie noises with scenes nominated for Oscars
Be my best supporting actress and People’s best kiss
opening other doors by putting my hands under your skirt, gripping rear ends and all the while still focused on piercing my lips
Eyes closed shut but you cheat to see if I am enjoying it
stumbling until my back rests on the wall so that this scene can rest upon something hard enough to remind this scene is real
dangerously involved, knocking over what’s on table tops until I feel something suitable to lay you down on
stealing touches from all over like I was banned all this time from touching you
I’ll make the most of it, this, this chance, this time.
Sometimes when the world isn’t looking I imagine things
Sometimes they have to snap a finger to really see if I am ‘there‘
Most times I don’t get caught, I pretend as if I am ‘there‘
but truth is I stare into another time, another place, another world
In that world only you and I exist and I am ok with that.
Whoever ‘you‘ are…
My hair is in the wind, my feet are up and my mind is relaxed
My eyes are closed and I am seeing his face, my mom’s face and some childhood memories of my friends
That last memory was very funny, so I open my eyes and see the blue sky painted with beautiful soft clouds and I smile
Taking a deep breathe of fresh air I can hear the water from a distance
Some cold air suddenly transcend and I cuddle with myself to feel a sense of warmth and it feels good
I am somewhere, somewhere in a place filled with nothing but happiness
I know it is day 11, but I have made myself “OK”
he doesn’t need to be here for me to know he loves me
neither does my mom
It is day 11 and I am thinking about the two people that means the most to me.
==Bright Eyes and my mom===
Since this world has failed me and I refuse to search anymore
My mind is like my petri dish so I create … my own
I don’t know who it will be; he or she
and who cares, as long as they are with me
I’ll write the words they will speak to me; dusting off those antique books the 21st century ceases to use
We’ll build the world my mother’s,mother’s, mother’s mother lived
We will talk… not a cell phone nor a friend request
The only weapon allowed in this world… shall be TRUTH