She

When looking upon them I do believe to see…

What they hoped their message could or should be.

“Let us SAVE you....HELP you…ENLIGHTEN you!!” echo their screams.

Save for that not be all a patient may hear, it seems.

These adamant protesters… OH how they yell and holler and threaten and scare.

To me it feels so awfully sickening and wholly unfair.

“You take a life and sell your soul,” they say.

Or questions of: “How can you be so cold on THIS day?”

And these women, you see, do as they must.

For it is THIS or bust.

A decision not often made with ease, nor clear cut.

Thoughtless it is anything but.

Those whom protest think or pretend or even hope to know…

What they could never fully ever, ever know.

To be a WOMAN, that WOMAN, who is without support. Without a future to give...

Nor the funds to most basically live.

Each one different as they are the same…

I shall not ever name them by name.

For I am Alejandra, the protector.

Matter does it not your creed, ability, nor social sector.

Forever shall I ever…

Fight this fight for something better.

As a woman, an advocate, a friend, and a believer...

I could never help but always see her.

For she is me and I am she.

And I ask thee, with all the heart vested in me, with hopes for what our society could be...IS an abortion all she will ever be?

The Torment of the Lioness

Some of the times I find myself pondering who I am. WHO am I? What....how...when...where...why?? To existence! To fruition! To consciousness! To...me!!

I AM Alejandra. The Great! The Challenger! The protester!

Always wanting and demanding and craving more and more....AND more still. 

Convinced of roaming the plains and forests and jungles of this world as alone is alone is alone. Because I will NOT settle, refuuuuuse to settle for anything that is NOT peace, NOT right as thy rain on thy ground and on thine face, and NOT....me. 

I am loving me as much as could hope to love me. And I love thee as much as I allow myself to love me. And the fear is that I do not and could not....even for all the stars and promises and beautiful words. Not love you. 

Until I adore me

all the more I shall ever see

is what could never be.

The neverending quest. This quest.

I guess it will be as it will be. 

Without you and without me....as anything other than exactly who and what I must and shall ever be:

beautifully, wonderfully, perfectly imperfect....me. 

The Polka Dots from Her Hair

No.....you don't see me.
Nay me.
Never me.
Nor did I ever see me.

Did I not always exist?
Not to me. Nay.
And alas, day by dying day
the answer, it seems, surely becomes....Yay.


'tis given in the way I hope receive it.
Give it to get it.
To get it.
It.

The here.....the now....the...."everything"
Drives it 'round and 'round.
Cause here I am: one with the town.
Becoming one with the ground.

To you I come down.
Dance me. Romance me. Shake the pants off me.
I've been yours as you'll be mine.
Discover that Yay....be thy same as Nay.

Ever

"I just wanna... 
Show you how much I appreciate you.
Wanna show you how much I'm dedicated to you.
Wanna show you how much I will forever be true.
Wanna show you how much you got your girl feelin' good.
Wanna show you how much, how much you're understood.
Wanna show you how much, I value what you say.
Not only are you loyal, you're patient with me babe.
Wanna show you how much, I really care about your heart.
I wanna show ya how much, I hate being apart.
Show ya, show ya, show ya til you're through with me.
I wanna keep it how it is, so you can never say how it used to be"
-B, "Dance For You"


How it used to be.
YOU...are nothing like it used to be.
For YOU are nothing that I'm used to.
Nothing like that which I'd normalized as normal.
Each previous moment is challenged by the next.
I sit in awe of the simplicity. 
Of you. Of me. Of you and me....in this....together.
Here we are.
Together.
Until whenever. 
I can't think of much else that is better.
Ho-rah! 

The Zombies are Coming, the Zombies are Coming!

My brain. MY brain. It strains to regain what once I could claim. Sanity and peace and non-existent thoughts. I have been derailed and what’s more, I did it of my own accord. I DIDN’t choose it, per say, but it chose to let me choose it. It makes as much sense as it should. So here I am again, back to myself. It seems I hadn’t ventured very far and yet I can feel the distance. And closeness. To you. The nearness and newness of you. For do I not feel weakness and fear? Indeed, it is there as it always has been and will be. Necessary like wrenches and foreign like spreads of chocolate. Here I am…naked and exposed to the world. I own it as I know it to be. The truth. MY truth. The only kind I could speak or hope could transpire. And I find myself to not be afraid of that, this truth, because I stare it down eye-to-eye and make it my own. No matter the challenge or outcome or loss. Cause I can lose you, but cannot lose me. This wonderful person I’ve found. Myself. As I always knew I could be. You elevate me to see the coolest and realest version I could ever aspire to be. So you’ll stay as you and I’ll stay as me, and the rest….well, we shall see.

The Wind....blows.

I am numbed. Somehow I’m not quite as I’d imagined myself to be. I am a diluted version of the greatness and hysteria that resides within. Within I am without. On and on the road does go, but somewhere along the line I had to stop running. The breath could no longer be harnessed within these overexerted lungs. These words no longer hold sway and I know not where it is I should lay. In my own arms I am alive and well. Funny how I once thought I knew you so very, very well. Indeed, I do. But, then again, I never did and your silence bites at me like frost. This heart burns as much from tomatoes as it does from the distance between. And the hardest part is knowing that you are doing all you can do and nothing you could not. Only have I the power to adjust the sails I call my own. The wind blows and blows and blows us away from where we once felt so strong. I believed it and knew it and felt it deep in my every bone and very being. That it was you. Just you. For now it is me. Just me. As it always should have been. As I dedicate myself to whatever will be, I can only hope that you leave a piece of you…for me.

Lessons in Diving

Aids me as it abets me.
Saves me and then negates me.
It seems to be not as it should.
For it does not act as I hoped it would.
Where is this peace of which I am told?
Is it wrong of me to act quite so bold?
You love me even when I do not know.
Yet you seem not to act as if it were so.

The time is now, my dear.
For so quickly could it disappear.
And now as I wish you near.
I see it all so very crystal clear.
Your fear...is...my fear.

If you dive, I dive.
As we do to feel alive.
A dream of it, so strong.
As if in an impossible song.
Unimpressive or not.
This, my love, is all we've got.