WHO IS SHE

She's dream desire
and man's higher self
immaculate like a misunderstood conception
a blessin' and a question when expressed to much
we yarn for the touch of her
the lips of her
the hips of her
the breast of her
the ass of her
the center of her
ironically
we laugh at her
not overstanding the life of her
she is the life of us
the death
worse and best of us
the many prayers from us
and the meditations to us
the epitome of space and time
the reason for memory
the beginning and ending of the universe
yet we curse her
beings that are sometimes unworthy of her
and she still without doubt or questions
love us
we left her and blamed her for leaving us
we fuss with her and she just cry silently
waiting and wanting
but staying authentic in her word and ways
slaves and masters
she made us
gave us
all we would need to feed the whole of us
yet we starve in search of us
not knowing
it's her
that should be found in us
bringing heaven through us
the rain is falling
she's crying reflecting on when we
truly knew us
respected us
loved us
trusted us
was faithful to us
believed in us
moved for the good of and in us
when we counted on us to help us
now i cry for the collective us
who lost us in a bad relationship with the lower parts of us-