Bachata the justification of your invasion onto my back. 
Tangle me in your tango. 
Chew charlestons into my seams and line me w/ puppet strings propelling me 
Unstoppablly 
Into the mess of your misery and remind me why I'm required to stay. 

Why I've gotta pitch a tent in hell between poles of fire and brimstone 

I been stoned 
self medicating in the vapors of green leaves and serenity 
Praying for peace in the home you built on top of me. 
The one I won't dare to run back to 
The one I'm too scared to call home. 

And don't take this as a fuck you we had no good times poem 
Like I wish I never met him at all poem 
It got better before worse 
18 rounds before i went down for good 
Surrendering the ring to a woman that can stand the heat. 
There was smoke. 

I guess the roof was always on fire
And I need every ounce of my energy now to drag myself out and onwards 

imma need my journal back (Spoken Word)

Everyone has a fascinating story. I like to hear them I like to tell them. In my mind (heart) I paint scenes, choreograph ballets with my words. I'm a plant it's my photosynthesis, I'm a sun it's me shining, I'm a newborn just inching towards a beautiful boob...I'm just doing what I know how to do and investing my time in what I think is important. (I was recently deathly afraid that line would make me sound conceited).

We are all Divine ...this is me having the audacity to let my light shine. I WANT YOURS TO TOO! 

I "pray" for a divine-awareness revolution where everyone realizes that we are already on heaven and that life is truly ours to direct. 

"When I dare to be powerful - to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I am afraid." Audre Lorde
Inspirations: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Qptyt0-S9U
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CXq_mVU8nyc

imma need my journal back (Spoken Word)

Amani O+ Poet & Emcee