Monday, April 07, 2008

My name is... 

My name is wise woman, 
but secretly the wind whispers dreams
or orange dreaming of chocolate. 
My name is many names
many faces
and when we meet
we laugh
knowing our mothers flowed with 
the times.  I don't want to flow. 
I want to be rebel against water, 
sand driving rain backwards, 
clouds calling back moisture, 
wind pulling mountains, 
rebellious.  I want to be 
not what she hoped for - 
white wedding to a man
and 2.5; just other expectations 
to name and watch 
rebel against me.
My name is white. 
but secretly 
hammer of sky
star falling upwards
dreams waking laughter
or just simply 
an immovable