Poems & Other Musings

I think if I had a chance, I would go back in time — before they threw you down the stairs, before you lost your soul in the desert…

I am my mothers daughter, I am my fathers daughter, you cannot take that from me…

My mother gave me to the world, she let me be free to just be. I didn't want it but I needed it…

Isn't it sad to think of, how things could have been — given a little more time, a little more breath, a little more spit?…

My head scans our memories, like an X-ray — I am the doctor my mother always wanted me to become…