Free Lilith

If you let go

Of all that you claim to know

Then you’d have the epiphany

That you know nothing

And there are miracles on the outskirts

Of your white picket fences


They put us in boxes

But we come in too many shapes and sizes to fit

They locked us in cages

But we stole the keys

And swallowed them to feed ourselves

Then proceeded to dream the dreams

That no cage can hold


You love having the power and prowess

To make us bleed

Yet, hate when we do it naturally

You prefer “natural beauty”

Then throw it away for plastic

You prefer plastic

Then complain about it not being natural enough

These are our bodies

And we are not dolls


You’re at your pulpit preaching

That your rib made us

However, didn’t you grow inside us?

Side note: that’s our choice too


Fire and ice

Light and dark

Saints and sinners

Masculine, feminine- it makes no difference


One arm is a list of targets for revenge

One arm is an olive branch

The angel and devil shoulders

Went out of style

Happy in Heaven and Hell

So, I’d rather listen to my intuition

We will fly, fall, and try again

You’re not perfect either


Breaking Tradition

An uncomfortable kind of comfortable

A blinding light that some refuse to see

Deafening cries that some refuse to hear

If your breath gets taken away,

That doesn’t mean you can’t breathe



I’m a little lost

I’m never too young or old to need help




I have a lot to say

Yet, I feel like I’ve done more listening than speaking

Listening isn’t a bad thing though

Some people do more speaking than listening

Too much or not enough can each be recipes for disaster




Caught in a whirlwind

Of doves and mockingbirds

Great stories torn apart by sides

There won’t be any getting along

Until everyone can admit when they’re wrong




My life

My words

Nothing to prove

Everything to live for


Anything that’s an escape from this arduous life

Has the potential to be a love of my life

Cruelty is limiting the freedom that brings pure happiness

Setting alarms deserves a do-over

Feeling a little vengeful and unhinged

On the weekends


Let’s make a plan and deviate from it entirely

Gamble with time at a casino where nobody wins or loses


What we do for fun brings rainbows to our heartbeats

Dancing and laughing through the streets

All the way home

The most intense pain arrives when it’s over


What if everybody was a leader?

Would the world be saved or end quicker?

Every group is outnumbered

Yet, there’s a sense of peace

Your life could be the number one movie in America someday

Imagine that

Brave and Covered in Blood

The sound of silence can be deafening

Standardization was never enough to fix us

Chaotic good is my hero

Wearing white in hopes of being stained red

Blood red, cheered up with wine

Your closest family and friends aren’t that innocent either

Change is the devilish angel there is

Are you in or out?


Battle cry of the breakthrough battle

Previously hidden confidence

The sharpest sword is combining it with vulnerability


Take a piece of me

But it will always come back to me

Cut me open

And I’ll sew my own stitches

Spill my guts

I swallow truth until I’m broken enough

To break you

Strike you like a viper and you never saw it coming


Delicate, sensitive, but not weak

Stab my heart and I only get stronger

Play me for a fool

And I’ll prey on the predator


Sleeping Beauty became nightmare fuel

Suffocate me

And I learn to breathe more freely

Kill me

And I’ll haunt you for the rest of your life

And into the afterlife

The wicked deserve no rest

The damsel-in-distress always had dreams

I’ve always been so sweet and put together, right?

But everything is not what it seems


Abandoned bookshelves abandoning ship

Broken records are reminiscing

To go out or stay home begins to feel like a life or death decision

Even though it isn’t


Talk it up

The more words used, the more enlightening

If we ever feel better,

We could always feel like this


When did smiling start to feel like a chore?

Losing track of time without caring about caring

Not alone when I want to be and alone when I don’t

I’m older now and I don’t know how to feel about it


Sometimes, I want to run away

Just drop everything and find something life-changing

But I don’t want to feel like I’m running from something

A chance to fight a fear and win

We’re all so competitive and packing pride

We’re all so afraid and fragile

Losing sight of the end of the dream


You’re older now and you wish you knew how to feel about it

But there’s no instruction manual

So, we laugh at everybody’s contradictions

And fall apart when we run out of pages

Pedigree On Hold

Spirituality and convenient love or hate

Are not the same

For better or worse?

More like for “better”; against “worse”

The division gets longer


Flag prop

A dystopia slowly coming true

Push back and pivot

For the innocent daisies

Home of the brave

Derailing into being

So fucking phobic

So many corrupt food webs for destruction


Each individual with a different definition

Of “outcast”

Underdogs chastised for daring to step outside their label

The fake are praised for being real

While the real are degraded for being fake


Wants are often confused with needs

Empathy is put on the back burner

Uncivilized debates about beliefs

Politicians refusing to care about

The people they were “elected” to serve

Ms. Understanding

Don’t just say it

Do it

I’m not trying to rise up

For the hell of it

Somehow, I still check in on you

While I’m checking out


We birth new waves

And it’s not anyone’s choice but ours

If or when

I am strong

So, you do everything in your undeserved power

To break me

So that you can justify calling me weak


For god’s sake, we’re not saying we’re superior to you

In fact, superiority is the gender construct

We still care about you

We just want to be treated with the same respect and human decency


I shouldn’t be afraid to say no

I shouldn’t be afraid to walk alone

Wanting my feelings to matter

And be taken seriously

Are more important topics

Than your need for a punchline

There’s never been a good excuse

And there definitely isn’t anymore


I am just like you

And you are just like me

We are all victims and products

Of an unnecessary patriarchy


Love is not all about sacrifice

Listen to me when I listen to you

Tradition doesn’t equal truth

History shouldn’t be forever

How is our power a threat

When it’s rarely given a chance?