You soft spoken woman, with your beautiful green...
you with the fire sign and the heart that beats...

You know why? Its because I'm the that one item in...
I am a childhood memory, those they think about...

So its like that right?
I mean you speak slave master and I speak slave...

Tonight I write about my life.
About its curves, and rough edges...

I was not lying,
in the beginning nothing...

Maybe because you
were the first person...

I do not think of myself as
a poet anymore though...

Maria did warn me once,
with all the love between her teeth...

Its the vulnerability that comes when you realize...
I was another girl once, and I didn't truly like...

But,
I'm no hypocrite...

I once liked a black boy and
the thought of race wouldn't leave me alone. I...

Its for the days the city ignores you so hard you...
I guess what I'm meaning to say is that sometimes...