I am a woman of the amazon
who morphs like a butterfly, but I rarely fly by.
I try to steer clear of cold-hearted lovers,
for their ignorance is hardly hidden by my covers.
I hold my own, as history has shown,
With wings I've flown over every hedge encountered thus far,
I leap toward faith in nothing but art,
As Descartes once said,
"I am sure of nothing but that I exist as a thinking thing."
I dance,
I leave my path up to chance,
and at heart, I romance the idea of justice
as I must if I am to exist as a thinking thing.
I often wear the expression of an overjoyed child,
I am intrigued by the timid and by the wild,
I believe in love, not just being in love,
I don't hold a grudge, and I like to be nudged in all directions.
I like like-minded people as much as deviants to my path
for their wrath tends to strike like a knife to my veil
and pry open my eyes to the pieces of my mind gone stale.
The hoop recently became the love of my life,
if gay marriage were legal, I'd take her as my wife
but it's not, so I move on as I pray you'll move on too,
so we can unfold what great minds combined can do.
You have to take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, love what you've got, and remember what you had, always forgive, but never forget, learn from your mistakes but never regret, people change, things go wrong, but just remember, life goes on.
BE WHO YOU ARE AND SAY WHAT YOU FEEL BECAUSE THOSE WHO MIND DON'T MATTER AND THOSE WHO MATTER DON'T MIND
