Bruja Y Mujer

Bruja de Corazón 

he called me witch

and I thought bruja

sounded better

if we must do some name calling

let’s say it right

I had every instinct

in a playground fight

when he went for my corazón

tearing away at my chambers

bleeding his permanence in damage

calling me all the bad in the world

corrupting his good

how many times he slipped

under my trance

I wept in pain

as nature would

he called that the evil part of me

being taken out of context

the candles I lit in prayer

mistaken for spells and possession

he called me ball and chain

and I thought lover sounded better

his body traces of warm from mine forever

he cannot deny me ever

leaving him

cold

he scoffed at my tears

and I cried harder

taking a wrong turn

driving while broken hearted

I could not see past his judgement

of me being una mujer y bruja

as a bad thing intuitively

when in reality I am all that

in nature and magic

in lovemaking and passion

storms forming rivers swelling

my soft yielding

deep connecting

stars glistening

moon glowing

flowers opening

hummingbirds surrounding

earth understanding

me

thinking in the end

he could be right

soy una bruja

de corazón. 

c/s