Love
“This Pain”
It’s hard to bear.
So sometimes I wish,
Nobody would care.
I want to be free as a bird in the sky.
I want to become a published author
and pass on a book of advice to my daughter.
I want to be loved and give love
Every June you see the celebration
The outfits and confetti
A myriad of colors that fill every major city
A coronation for all the kings, queens, and everyone in-between
Who dared to walk their own path to freedom
Dear Mama, I want you to know that I love you so much.
Through all the hard times, you held your head up.
Dear Mama, you work so hard five days a week.
Just so I could have clothes, a roof over my head
And something to eat.
I dream about love, peace and happiness in the same sequence as the devil capturing me, taking my soul before turning 19 years old.
Each morning I awake feeling uncomfortable, my heart being cold.
Dreams are contaminated thoughts, empirical surreal nightmares that your mind bought.
I dream about the power of real love, the kind you will never lose or give up.