I think I'm sick in the head..
and it even hurts to say this...

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...