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I felt more alive tonight, than most nights in some years...
thank you for doing so.
you, born in a box, death in the crush of empty eye-lights.
you are a blip on the map of the course I run every single night's round.
yet you fancy yourself a misunderstood queen,
well on this fantasy ride, you need to look me directly in the eyes.
do you know how I like to scratch at men's backs?
do you know I've run at full force naked in the woods, without the safety of the street lights you call your front garden?
do you know there is a part of me which frightens the better half with her mediterranean temper?do you know I would scream righteous verse in your dough-filled face packed in tight with fear
and ignorance...
do you know I see through any so-called idea into abyss that stands behind, gathering a shallow stream
around the swallow of my knees?

do you know in my weakest moments I am a million times the woman you could ever hope to be?do you know how your complacent ridicule, lack of respect and shortsightedness in this world
forces me into these statements of boasting, and therefore bring me to lose my humility,
garner too much pride, an over-exertion of defense,
and a heart full of shame at these vain, self created feelings that I can now blame on you?
I am sorry for who you are.
I am not sorry for making two fists today, on the subway platform,
while The Clash sang praises in my ears...
my insides lit up with the same force I feel when I desire a kiss,
a grope, and a night's full
of fucking into eternity.
I must thank you for offering me the rage to let go of my inhibitions
and be turned on so wildly to all the passions cavorting
in my veins.
The same part of me, that is insatiable in her skin,
will spread her legs and tighten around you,
with my judgment-
violence always turned me on, and eradicating you
from my eyesight would get it done.
Your stupidity my liquid elixir,
my fix to stir
my lack of fear,
I could cut your throat with my visions of sunset.
You make me worthy with your clampdown.
I suck the life from your weaknesses
and feed the fire in my belly again.
Listen to my voice the next time you think I'm a blank page
just there to bounce back at you the notion of who you think you are.
Read between my crooked smile,
my grin, bearing down, has been knowing you all the while.

~ M. Lucia