Heartbeat

I have been asked to be a poet

Thoughtful on bigger purpose

Then serve the world at my grace’s end

If it were America it would have been

A place of paradise and burnt out notions

I would have given my life to magic

And sorcery of flaming kind

The fear in my throat lives through

I found your image in my alliance

The garden of my streets bolts through

I learn and relearn my relationship with faith

It streaks your mantra through my veins

Worship this country, they said

So I look through every page that I have read

I found here omnipresent of your zeal

A trick to get what you want

Conjuring my mother’s love through my womb

They said it harder before

Mend your ways, before you jump in your milky kindness

A betrothed queen I was of your serpentine dreams

Look for me in the pages of your honeymoon.