Bruja y Mujer Summer Trucker Cap

Bruja Y Mujer

he called me witch 
but 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 bruja 
y mujer 
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 arriving 
earth understanding 
me 
thinking in the end 
he could be right 
soy una bruja 
de corazón.

c/s tara evonne trudell