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Could I possibly wreck what I’ve vowed to protect from the desire of the comfort of my mind?
And even so, yet not although, I remember all that I’ve left behind.
Considering them, both her and him, I’ve always been on the other side.
The guards have come down, exposing the clown, leaving no places for me to [...]

Maturity Vs. Moral obscurity?
Who am I at long last…
I used to poke fun at the briefcase toting,
ticket noting,
status-quo deep throating
resounding chorus of pin stripe clad…
SHEEP.
Now i am the government’s tool.
A humble divining rod, leading that sterile bigot down into my former hiding place.
In my uniform of dockers and I’m going to be late. I’m going [...]

© 2008 Sandra Jean-Pierre
How will you meet me?
hands out front
alluring
luring me to you?
How will you
coolly meet this primal
gesture of affection?
palms out front
hands to the sky
How will you meet me?
Out on these roads
walking the walk of living folks living
revisiting the melancholy
of your love and loving
arms out front
hands above your ethereal hair
how will you meet
me this day?
this [...]

© 2002 Sandra Jean-Pierre
I am looking to name this face
something other than
black
womyn
lesbian
disabled
bitch…?
I am looking for a name for this face
other than the smiles that have kept me
want and waiting
in this space
lost in time
pretty unlikley that it will be something i have
had in my mind
but
I am looking for a name for this face
as i am in [...]

It is all of me that stands before you
As broken as I have ever been
The veins torn from my heart
Due to the loss of you
The loss of what could have been us
On my knees I hold your hand
I look up into your eyes and speak without words
We never needed them you and I
Why start now
Why [...]

She told me I was a doctor
You find the angels with broken wings and you heal them, she said
I had never looked at it  that way
I had always assumed I just had a thing for those who were broken
I hadn’t a response to give her
Thankfully she stopped me before I had to think about it [...]

I feel as if I am, for you at times even.
More passion than others find comfortable to
wear as theirs. Begging you to feel it with me.
Eclectic, others call me, an artist type they say.
Filled with hopes and dreams for many.
Animated, expressive with hands and heart.
Laughing too loud, painting with abandon,
writing recklessly and singing out loud [...]