By Mac Guerreiro
It looks differently than eye imagined,
Where eye thought eye’d push harder,
Eye’m releasing my grip,
Where eye thought eye’d be doing more,
Eye am removing things from my “must do’s,”
Eye’m honoring the primitive ones,
The ones whom didn’t get to grow,
The ones whom got banished before eye could even know,
The daredevil,
The sorceress,
The sex goddess,
The Serpent Queen,
All waiting for me to see,
All waiting,
Some not so patiently,
Most not quietly.
Mystical Mac 