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Writers Write…

At least that’s what they tell me. At least that is what I remember. Eccentric seamstress knitting together times and places. A magician creating reality from daydreams. It has been a while since I have bled. Years since my heart poured into a keyboard and I deemed it worth the pain.

immortal     Pain… I used to joke that my poetry came from a dark place, that my best words were tears I thought no one would ever see. Now, I’m not so sure. I have happy moments. Have memories turned melodies and dried in ink, but do I deem them worth the smile, the laughter, the immortality of a paragraph?

Some may argue that happiness is fleeting. That it deserves remembrance. That it deserves to be savored and set in the stone of books that line shelves for future generations. But happiness has always been–at least for me–a battle. Beauty found in a dying Daffodil, love found in a headless Barbie, and a chorus line in a bad song. I must fight for every bit of happiness.

I guess it may be worth the pain after all. My best words come from dark places.

And here I am again, dark and bittersweet. Now, what will I write?

A Daydreamer Deferred ~ A Re-Vision of Me

It’s time to change.  Something that does not evolve can only go stale.  There are no coincidences, only lessons to be learned.  So I’m following this new path head first!  To be all of me!  I deserve it!  #SameDreamDifferentDreamer #Daydreamer #Queen #DopeAssLesbian #90dayplan!

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Crucifixes and Teddy Bears

My innocence lies between crucifixes and teddy bears.

Casualty of war between sexuality and faith.

Abandoned by a God I was raised to love.

Tormented by a love I was taught to hate.

It died holding my stuffed bear.

Amidst internal screams that tore me apart.

How could unconditional love have a sinner’s heart?

As if my own demons weren’t enough.

Teddy was the only one to show me love.

Never seemed to care.

What I was or wasn’t and held me tight,

Through countless cries that rang to the heavens

For a love we were taught would never leave us

Deceive us

Holding on to the only comfort little girls know 

In the darkness

“C’mere Teddy let me hug you.”

Still the battle rages

Cages

And enslaves us

Nightmares wake us to a new day

Branding our minds with labels that blame us

“Shameful”, “unclean”

But my teddy kept my  hope alive.

For countless martyrs nailed to the cross 

of someone else’s beliefs.

For little girls who imagine her Teddy to be a “she”.

I wear the labels that tear tender flesh.

Raped, dismissed, and left to be forgotten

But War cries still echo…
 Let us “Be!”

For every heartbeat…

For every pulse …

A reminder,

that innocence will rise from the ashes,

proud and unafraid.

Bearing our cross that screams

we have earned the love of the God who made us this way!

And one day, 

maybe I will come to love myself enough 

that I stop the “Hail Marys” 

Put my rosary away. 

Watch my daughter and her teddy bear play. 

And maybe then,

I will tell my beautiful wife about my stuffed teddy

and how it saved my life.

©Daydreamer

Poor On Sale

Homeless by skull
Homeless by skull

 

We live in a world of barter and trade.

Selling souls of the future to survive today.

Gave away hopes and dreams for American Pie.

Traded morals and truth for technology and lies.

Modern day slavery has our kids.

Working poor sold to the highest credit company bid.

Leaders spend billions to save foreign stock,

then scream broke and place America on the auction block.

Poverty lines lower than hell,

so what happens when there’s nothing left to sell?

Price of rent rises, nowhere to live.

Built more Enterprises, too corrupt to give.

American elections vote “Executives, come take a seat.”

Middle class protests: “Two jobs and can’t eat!”

No compassion lies in the hearts of these men.

Logic asks: “Break the people, who is left to line your pockets then?”