My Creation

Where is the seed that encompasses my name?

Where are the night crickets who sing in vain?

Where are the Saints, the bells, the chains?

The casting spells that brought me up

This proctor Jesus and God above

Plants me to the ground, bleeds roots in me

To only wake and discover

This beast Judas invested in all I can be

Breaks the cycle of what I'm told to believe

And as I walk away from the infirmity

The mother and father and their littleness

Slash their blessings in disguise

The eyes that judge and deny

This crooked line that made me a warrior

Through a road less traveled this time

Where is the sky that danced with me?

Where are the fish coloring my sea?

Where are the fairies, the fruit trees, the bees?

The goodbyes I said so lonely

Sings the gravity of my dreams

Hants me in all that I loved in between

This life of scratches, bruises, unmatched patches

I see the punishments for wearing my veil

This wicked need to be somebody else

The aloneness of a gypsy queen

I know what I want but not what I mean

By all these days I've tried to sew at the seams

With a head up high through uncertainty

Daybreak paints strange shadows wet and sore

Colors essential to my masterful uproar

But, where is the meaning in such dissertation?

Where are the sanctions for my emancipation?

Where are the rights and wrongs of my creation?