i told a lie
i told it well
i had to find
a different spell
to seal the wall 
to free from hell
i told u that
i wished u well
i told a lie
i told it well

some people ask for things
that are impossible to do 
like stop loving you 
i wanted to tell you 
that i love you 
but i knew it is too soon
once, reflecting on who
i attracted, the dominant type
some literally professional 
my former love told me it was 
that big women who saw 
i was easy to control 
should have seen that red flag
seeing as she did not know 
when to leave work at work
i begin to see control mechanisms
in every interaction it’s hard to
end the wetiko ways but we can
if we want we can be different 
what will you choose?

Son de Negros en Cuba, in Spanish. “Son” is a Cuban musical genre (think African beat, Iberian melody). It also translates as “ are.” Song of negroes…

Federico Garcia Lorca: Song of Negroes in Cuba

there are some people i know
whose beauty
is a crime.
— Read on www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/58125/sorcery