If I had stayed in Texas
Would you have stayed too?
Did you want me to grow up there
Or did you want me to hang on
Because you were my mom
For me everything pushed
Against me and out of the way
Questioning my sexuality
Fighting most of my life
Never giving up ready for every
Conflict that came my way
I am more taciturn these days
Less interest in fighting for
Peace more interesting to find it
Done and dusted on investing
Deep emotional feelings where
They end up in a muddy
Unwanted swamp for no one to care
I can’t see past my nose any longer
To argue with the neighbor
To beg you to come back
To fight for a space that already
Belongs to me if we’re abrasive
All the time when do we stop to enjoy?
What’s the ploy to gain power
Or advantage of myself
If already having it leaves no need to
Live a life of defending it every day
It feels like I’m being led down
Some medieval path that is
Forcing me to draw my sword
I’m pleading for peace and a place
On the earth where others can
Reflect upon and enjoy it with me
It could be anywhere at this point
© GÄ
Poétique 