What is Life?

Life’s neither a gift nor is it a curse.

It’s basically whatever we want it to be …

Multiple choice: to abort or not to abort?

To forgive or not to forgive?

To love or not to love?

Ha! Good luck in a world that

Shuns kisses and hugs,

Praises ditches and shoves.

Chapped lips lubricated with hate.

Lovers search for these particular traits;

It’s how real men get historical dates.

Machiavellian karma has dictated many fates.

Too bad it’s misunderstood.

To be feared rather than loved is good—

If you’re surrounded by heartless cowards.

But to be feared by your Father? Mother? Son? Daughter?

In that context, I’d rather be loved and slaughtered.

Sweetest Victory (A Woman's Stance)

Can it be … the sweetest victory?
Honey cupped in sweaty palms.
Faded bruise to a face, it’s …
A revelation: Who am I? A champion.  

You slapped, you kicked, you beat me,
But I had the sweetest victory.
You said I would never leave,
But in the end … I had the sweetest victory.

A punch to the face …
You watched me bleed
Tears, so bittersweet.
I loved you like a kingdom.
You took away my freedom, and …

You slapped, you kicked, you beat me,
But I had the sweetest victory.
You said I would never leave,
But in the end … I had the sweetest victory.

One day, I grabbed a butcher’s knife.
Killing you was on my mind.

Should I let the pretty blade kiss your throat?
But I told myself no.
Instead, I walked away … no goodbye …

You slapped, you kicked, you beat me,
But I had the sweetest victory.
You said I would never leave,

But in the end … I had the sweetest victory.

Help Would Be Nice

Feel like I'm all alone,
Shivering down to the bone.
This cold is what keeps me going.
A warm heart's eroding.
I keep still, trying to relax,
But all my patience is out of wack.
I wanted to be someone--someone noble.
But I've got too many loose screws.
Plus I'm antisocial.
What is a breath if all it inhales is pollution?
On my head there lies a protrusion.
Ignorance, ready to burst through my skull.
Perhaps I should be as indifferent as Camus's The Fall.
I'm jaded, no longer enticed.
All I do is complain, but some help would be nice.

Just a Thought

I’m merging into my own lane,

Swerving. The doubt has me choking up …

Foot on the brake pedal,

But I can’t meddle with a state of high level

Consciousness. Conquering the consequence

Of thinking outside the box, and then …

I make amends with foes.

Start unintentional beef with friends.

The cycle of life is a paradox of gems.

To the explorer or to the top bidder they’re sold.

And yo. I’m coming outta the closet:

Lyrically, I’m transgender;

The truth is indifferent to male, female perceptions.

My body of work is in a constant state of erection,

Forever chasing knowledge—the mark of perfection.

No matter how many times I’ve proposed, she tells me no.

How can a woman still be a lady if she’s given it up to the status quo?