Thursday, February 3, 2011

Poet 2 H.E.R.

words are guns
that ive lived
and died by

trying to create
reality in me
ordering things unseen

learning about intentions
drowning in deceptions
no need for corrections

get up again

beautiful in scars
needing to see
is blinding me

observation without comment
my pain becomes
her epic tragedy

embracing her feet
protesting her retreat

I Still Love H.E.R