I can give you flowers

I can talk about my heartbreaks

I can milk it all

Until the cows come home

 

I can give you melodies

I can sing your favorite song

I can wallow in self pity

About how you left me

All alone

 

I can make you feel good

I can even feel

The way you think I should

 

But I want to be like Maya

A phoenix who proudly rose

From the devil's fire

I sympathise with Sylvia 

Tho I wouldn’t want to be her

Even if I could!

 

I can write erotica

Stuff that would make

Lucifer curl his toes

I can be all innocent

The sweetest little girl

 

I can be all those things

But I am so much more

I’m the culmination

Of all that went before!

 

I am the bravest of them all

I am who they always call

When thing get tough

And they need a little rough

 

I’m the girl who speaks her mind

The angelic face

Past giving a shit

I will keep on writing 

But I won’t always be kind

 

I will call the truth out

As depressing as that may be 

Because only then

Can I ever be proud

Of my legacy.