Negotiating
Ones own...
Here upon this shelf I sit
I've journeyed to a thousand places...
Sadness it may bring.
in your heart when you hear...
I am not dreaming of your footsteps Momma,
I can feel them as you walk, making memories...
As i am walking down the road of life
i have come to the conclusion...
Hide yourself where ever you please
Underground or under seas...
Why give up something that
always mattered to you...
Today I took off my mask.
Felt the sun...
Polka dots of green
cascading down a celestial sphere...
Autumn, nineteen forty-three,
my eyes have seen death...
My Black Dress
In the far corner of my closet...
The identity of expression
is the prowess of artistic creation...