Poetic Speech

I speak in Arawak| Therefore I am still a Taíno at heart| Mind, body, and 'Ba' exceed the conscious realm| Masqueraded in shadows inside the glow of decades past| A soulful gem| Extinct from the destruction the conquistadors spelled| Captured| Then placed inside the house of Rothschild| Headless horsemen Diluted and polluted with their lead| Eye witness news| And catch the next mythical fairy tale cloaked inside of the tube| Struggling for tribal dominance| My tribal mentality transcends the capacity of civilized chivalry and colonized misery|

If life is so beautiful, she showed herself to me covered in make-up| The play she portrayed brought cheers to the theater and a tear to her face| The mascara watered down and brought out the natural glow in her eyes| The stage now wet from emotions once struggling to appear| Placed caution to her every step brought forth from that moment on| The curtains rolled and she strolled back to wipe the mask from her face| The water washed her stains away| Revealing the hidden grace| And yet she stepped outside from outside that theater| Expecting fans with pens pushing forth for an autograph| Not one fan appeared| They all strolled along| Without taking notice of the bare face| Looking for attention| Another tear fell| This time without a smudge of make-up sliding along| She felt her skin colder than ever| She felt the tears| She felt the smog| Now without make-up to mask her face| She wallowed without notice| As her admirers forgot the face behind t...