I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

The Earth is my Mother The Heavens my Dad I love my Father But I’m a Momma’s boy at heart

Never gonna be The cover of Glamour That sure doesn’t mean I’m not still enamored With your energy

Relinquish control Let the Universe have space To exceed expectations

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

What if I watched with no judgement or saw without shame, nurtured your essence behind drawn shades?

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

I’m such an ass You don’t even know Devoid of class No love to bestow I plant despair

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

I feel like I could be the swan That you have set your sights upon I’ll give my all to reach the Sun And won’t stop ‘til our hearts are…

Jonathan and Jordan Sitting in a tree M-u-s-s-i-n-g First comes souls Then comes mates

You think I’ve got it all figured… I don’t know what’s more wrong I’ve only seen just a glimpse of… You’ve been Her all along