Give me Strength

I am a Warrior. A Queen.

I stand here today to lead a battle for what is mine.

To guide a revolution for ev-ery child.

I thought I was broken but I’ve always had the strength,

Let’s get this job done, I’m here to represent!

My conquests to date are just a bit of proof,

That if you mess with me, I will hit the roof.

I have been accused of slander and treason,

But my voice is loud and I scream “it’s reason!”

You used sorcery and cunning; a traitor to commit a crime,

Oh stupid imbecile! You picked wrong this time.

I fought through the doubt and the social condition,

My mind is stronger than the poison and infiltration.

Don’t be fooled by the burns on my skin,

They’re not a sign of weakness but a fire from within.

My conviction rages on, gathering speed and support,

You’d be a fool to fight with me, with all the battles I have fought.

You are the weak, the coward, the detested.

I am the truth that rules the contested.

I am a Warrior. A Queen.

You’ll see that in my heart, in my eyes, my dream.

For my best friend. 2013

The Speed Feeling

It’s like the oxymoronic sensation of a

spinning top. Triggered

                by one

                determined

                snap of the fingers and it sets

                                you spinning

                                                fast and

                                                dizzy

yet so clear and steady

                externally cruising across

                                the surface with such peace and

                                                precision, yet all

                                                the time

                                                wildly

                                fast. One pin prick

                of a point away

                from losing touch

one pinnacle of pressure keeping

                                surroundings a blur.

                                                How

Long does this last? Until a blip. A fall.
                A Stillness

Until the fingers snap again.

Addicted

I just wanna live on the wild side,

Flying where the birds fly.

High in the ganja trees

Stuffy air and hazy memories

Whirling laughs make the glue of this dancing cocktail

Bottles clink and swish and I’m hooked.

Hollow breaths and I inhale strongly,

Clouded dreams spin around me,

Silky smoke swirl lingers

Warmth of a paper bud pressed between my fingers

Chatter of comforting voices I know well, morph

My eyes glass over as my mind is lulled.

When you’ve had the bud,

You don’t wanna hear the beating thud of all my crud.

Slide into a state of bliss and miss all of this

Waiting for a passing kiss.

Hanging on, you can’t avoid the throng

Of others passing it along.

Or just sit there alone on the end of an empty phone

Line. It all passing by like the end of time

What a way to unwind

Feel the razor blade tense against my skin

Scratch to set free and I’ll let y’ in.

If when the trickle flows

You watch it run, catch it before it goes.

The dizzy dark room closes in around me, Blinded,

My fingertips find you and together we’re safe.

The devil brings you glee,

You bring the devil out in me, chuck it away finally.

Kill engraved on my flesh, in dried red- it’s the best.

Nah you don’t wanna forget

Beautiful like art, contemporaries tear it

Apart, not like Kocoschka

He drew my psychological portrait it was fate

For debate my life on the line

Drop by some time, why don’t you?

2005