egos

i am
a whole universe
in my self.

my heart
is its own earth:
fertile,
filled with terra preta,
it’s open
and clear
to any seedling
strong enough to sprout,
that wills to thrive
under the light
and burning heat
of my radiant,
iridescent essence.

my mind
is an infinite galaxy
of many planets,
dotted with stars
of hopes,
dreams,
and needs-
a myriad
of personalities,
clouds of moods
like nebulae,
all contained
in a single being.

i am vast,
i am grand,
i am multiple;
in my strong winds,
i am
most definitely
not ever easy,
am constantly
contradictory,
yet,
am here,
eternally,
contracting and expanding.

if you can accept
my tempestuous
nature,
let yourself
be pulled by my gravity,
brace yourself
in the eye
of the cyclone,
i assure you
you’ll be proud
and enchanted;
if you can face
the fearful tides
of my many beings,
my many moods,
my many mysteries,
you too can be engulfed,
absorbed,
resignfied.

we’ll be one:
i’ll be part of you,
and you, of me,
in perfect tandem,
in chaotic harmony,
forever
a single,
mighty mass
of us.

diamond versus flesh

you won’t domesticate me.
I ain’t something made to be tamed.

I’m an animal made of salt,
bone,
ash
and stone.
I’m someone that raised oneself
to walk this world alone
and that is still walking,
against the grain,
despite life
and everything in between.

I was born
because I couldn’t birth myself.
And I came to this world with reason:
to touch wood,
to grow life from the roots of earth,
and to work fire, bend iron,
all those hard things
that cut the surface
of the flesh
and make the eyes
prickle with tears.

there is no one on this planet
that will subdue me, no force.
no man that will bind me
in ropes,
trap me in cages,
enslave me in chains,
or hurt me with words
or sticks and stones.

I can’t be restrained.

I am smoke.
I am a thing
of beauty
with brutal force,
a wonder of nature,
like a tornado
or a tempest.

I’m a woman,
arrogant, yes,
but also
full of me.

trust no one

I think that
apart from the dark
I have never been afraid of anything.

never heard of stage fright,
fear of talking in public,
large, unruly crowds
nor small, closed spaces.

never had fear of coming to the edge,
standing really tall
on top of concrete buildings.

however, I never had
what people call
common sense either –
maybe if I had
I could maybe have been better,

been what was expected.

but, if I had, surely
I would not have been
me.