The Struggle.

first off, gotta be clear headed
and any thing we do
can't leave a trace, not even a clue
how many times have we been up and down
this avenue, got my own drama to deal w/
and on top of that still worry
about the sheriffs and the boys in blue
at any given time, i'm tempted to say
i'm through, but lovely lovely movement
when its all said and done
the reality is that i love you
going all in, not always the business
art and rebellion
sometimes become my mistress
together we rise and the city
is here not just to observe
but bare witness
materialize what we collectively
see in visions
dream reality
not just poetic contradictions
come to find out
deconstructing is one heavy mission
but i am determined and in a quest
to show the world, that we are the best
even if i have to admit to being a hot mess
the struggle is not the struggle
unless you're stuggl-ing
and i'm going to struggle
(hot mess or not)
until i'm confident that we can win.

Return to sender (Thania)

i want you to steal my inspiration
and track you down till the end
mine on paper and in the tongues
of those who will read
the embodiment of a poem,
a verse, recited for all time
if only in my mind
to steal my inspiration
be in your mind forever
every last strategic phrase
I make love to you with every word i type
and I realize that in my life
women will come and go
lovers will fade
and memories will be erased
but you,
the one who had a table full of
latin american literature
you, who speaks with poetic authority
You stole my heart
from the first time we spoke
i have made it my goal
to steal your heart so you can steal my inspiration
so that i may steal it back
and have that be our infinite routine,
our little secret.