Equality Water

Freedom to love who you love,
does not have a political position.
But stressing the immorality of inequality
as tactic for distraction is a political disposition.
When love is real,
and love is true,
you recognize not who doesn't recognize you.
Yes, we all want to be treated the same.
But when we continue this debacle,
and America continues to plummet who is to blame?

My point is this,
The matter at hand is not something that should be up for debate.
What's the point of filling up with water,
when there's a full meal already on your plate?
Equality should be a given,
as should the choice to decide for women.
The pressing matters are what we are distracted from,
and when it is all said and done,
we will wish that we protested for them.
Instead of fueling our bodies with equality water.

Intuition

Never have you lead me astray before,
And never will I ignore you again.
You tried to cease the cycle
Of pain before it even began.
You let me know that hints of betrayal layed on the road ahead.
But I chose to ignore your warning
And follow my heart instead.

What use is following my heart,
when it only leads me toward destruction.
It halts not for humiliation,
and it uses absolutely no dicretion.
It has had me drowning in disbelief,
and that is one of the worst ways to go.
In comparison to what it has put me through,
dying via drowning and suffocation seems almost humane, though.

So now,
I guess you can say that I'm back to the basics.
because I refuse to continue to take this
beating in my head and chest.
Nope,
I can no longer fake it...
Like a woman trying to please her man,
because she loves him
so she remains unsatisfied and doesn't say shit.
I have no room in my life for fraudulence.
My heart will solely be used for it's circulatory purpose.

Untitled

I put my head to his chest...
and I can feel his heart beat.
I put my lips to his forehead,
and the cool sensation soothes me.
Wrapped in his arms...
reality dissipates.
For an eternity,
in these moments I could stay.

But I don't love him, though.

Our conversations can go on for hours..
we can talk about anything.
From music, cars, clothes, religion, politics...
who knows where our minds will go...
I just sit back and enjoy every moment of the ride
and enjoy the essence of him which takes me high...

But, I don't love him, though.

I am more comfortable around him,
than I have been in quite some time.
And when I look at the distance we've come...
I see nothing behind me but endless miles.
I know not what the future holds,
and now I just don't care.
I've found a friend in him...
when no one else was there.
He's my Big Bear.

and I love him.... SO?!