I find myself holding on to that lemon seed, caressing it with love as if to make the evil leave, and then my soul speaks to listening ears within me and I know the walk’s going to be next to a grand plot of trees, all with hanging lemons and each without lemon seeds.
Who decides what is TRULY
I will not cry for you – I will not smile for you – Until that day does come
It has taken a lifetime of living to realize I’m not an expert at life.
Sometimes we keep secrets for people that we should never be asked to keep…
The unscratched newness of possible…caressing night lights, haven’t left the house, they sat there at the bottom of that dress…waiting…for the demanding dress.
The singers crying over words they know too well, that make sense of life and the “if only I’d remembered to listen a little longer…”
Let us reveal, with our eyes, our true selves…and feel what it is to truly acknowledge one another.
“Oh Woman!” is a poem that represents the anxiety of existence of every-woman. The passive victim of male gazes, she is always in the process of introspection, longing for a space of her own.