Poetry by Lola Gentry-Dey. All rights reserved.
Who Am I?
No longer a main priority,
no longer stapled to a better forever
determining worth and future.
I Am the problems I’m not letting go of.
I Am the energy and struggle to do better
in this Magical universe,
reincarnate like eggs in a nest.
My wonderful soul is witchin’ on Cosmic music
soundin’ brighter than the sun to every Poet
drivin’ everything fresh
caressin’ the Muse between my breasts.
The most clouded minds
find a way into the Beautiful.
Let’s Dance that jive a bit confused
greatly used into a smile strangely grinning
through the tiny garden door,
higher than high.