only to myself

a holy prayer to speak to the waters

up late thinking about the universes contained in my mind,

the constellations that are on my tongue.

I became a waterfall of melodies that

Sang a tune known only to the sirens

I am made of water and flesh and bone and anguish

A vessel filled with divinity and sin

I became known for my vastness

My reactions aint never been petite

I was a riddle to the ignorant

A puzzle to the bitter ones

But in the right hands I am a poem

A softness so sweet

So juicy

With a tang that will make your lips pucker and your eyes close

I am so full of it

Full of me

My fingers trace out a hymn so holy

You only hear it by bowing

My thighs carry whispers

You only hear by bowing

My hips spell a name

You only hear by bowing

I am Siren

I am Song

I am Symbol

I am your answered prayer

I am the Spirit and the Succubus

I am the womb

I am the wetness between you when You ponder my presence

I arouse the dry to freedom

I pull moans from your depths

I breathe your name back to you

Oooooh only yemaya could birth such a blessing

I was born of florida water

And I spill out roses and pearls

I aint of this world

I was not born of it but despite it I was

I am

I am

I am

Even when they said I wasnt

I am

Even when they beat me to nothing

I am

Even when they berate my emotions

I am
And I aint you

I never said I was better than you

Never said I was prettier

Never said I was smarter

But I aint have to

Your refusal to see my glory aint got nothing to do with me

I am still holy

even in my panic and tremors, I still see glory.

And dare I keep something this holy

Only to myself