Bipolar Heart

"Are you interested in anyone?"
Well, I thought I was.

How do you explain
A bipolar heart?
Today,
I love you.
Tomorrow,
I love you not?

This can't be healthy.
This isn't okay.
My pendulum of a heart out on display

I wouldn't blame you for running
Look, I'm even holding the door.

Real Sexy

Let's talk about sexy...
Do you know what the means?

Is it skirts hiked up so high everyone can see
the little lacy parts of your chonies?
Or are they necklines, so low there ain't no shock
when the bra gets exposed or a nipple pops?

Wardrobe malfunctions; that's sexy too, right?
Who wants clothes that stay on all night?
The faster they fall, the sexier you feel...
Is that what you consider "being real"?

Forgive me for my ignorance
But I thought sexy was about attitude
The strut, the look, the smile.
And last time I checked legs, eyes, and mouths
Weren't only available in sizes 0-6.

So,
From one sexy diva to another,
Let me tell you somethin'...

I feel sexy when...
I'm dancin' in my room
Shakin' it in my fruit of the loom
Yes, I'm groovin, clothes on the floor
Not caring who walks through that door.

I feel sexy when...
We're talkin' bout the news
Just trying to get a balanced view
See, I know the power oral stimulation
And it starts with intelligent conversation.

I feel sexy when...
Wandering down aisles of books
Gettin' my scholar on, from the looks
I'm finding love in all the right pages
Multiple degrees earnin' higher wages

You see girls,
It's a matter of fact,
Sexy is exactly where you're at
Be Silly
Be Smart
Be Successful
BE YOU

REAL is SEXY
It's true.

Left Lonely

Words you'll never hear me say
Written down, here they lay

When you asked, I gave you a line.
Things were never "totally fine".

No beginning, only an end
I don't want to be your friend.

To the Girl Who Has Everything...

Life hasn't handed me lemons;
My lemonade cup runneth o'er
And when it rains,
Drops fall in candy form.

I guess you could say I feel a bit spoiled
I guess you could say I live a blessed life
I guess you could say I didn't deserve this
Believe me, I'd agree with you,
Most of the time...

Metaphysicians say what I do is an art
Seeing the best, thus receiving the best
Affirming my future before it happens
As if I have some control over the matter

What I do is called Hope & Faith
Charitable acts equaling affirmations
Seeing can create mere belief
But it is in giving that we receive.

"Where much is given, much is required"
And Heaven knows, my debt is great.

Heartsick Lover's Lamaze

When a control freak falls in love
There's not much more to it than just that,
Falling.

Free falling
Miles a minute
Praying to God
That your feet will hit the floor
Before your heart does.

Reality is Love's worst enemy
When the timing's off.

My love song's less lyrics
And more rhythmic breathing
A heartsick lover's lamaze, really.

Been holding my breath for so long
It's hard to let go.

But sometimes,
When I get home from work
And the world feels like it's going to explode
I imagine you're that person

I pick up the phone and
Curl up in the comforting warmth
of your words on the other line.

And sometimes,
When I'm turning blue from lack of oxygen,
Waiting to finally exhale.
I imagine you're that person

I let you in again,
Lulling myself into a false sense of security
That what I feel right now is forever

It's safe to breathe.

And yet,
I hold on to that last bit of air
Ignoring the constant pounding in my chest
'Cause I learn from my mistakes
And this next time...

I ain't fallin' till you catch me.

This Is For The Mixed Kids

Say hello to the American Dream
The product of huddled masses yearning to be free
How a Tucson cowboy met a local girl from Waikiki
Fell in love and made me

Never looked like Mommy
Euro blood winning the genetic lottery
But somewhere, down in the depths of me,
A pretty wahine with long brown hair sings
Nā mele of my kupuna—ancient melodies

And when I hit the dance floor

My hips do things Shakira only dreams

Two worlds combine in my face
Don’t try to talk to me about race
Nationalities, ethnicities, cultural identities
Can I get an alternative to “other” as a category, please?

Yeah, this is for the mixed kids
“Cracker-Japs”, “Koreanmixed”, “Hapas” unite
Against racism and genocide, we’re winning the fight
And in the beds of lovers like our parents
World peace starts tonight

Smoke

You see, when I was younger
I had this problem called
Foot-in-mouth disease
Because mama never taught me
To think before I speak

No, she taught me to be
Direct and to the point
Leave the mind-reading to
The Miss Cleos of the world
She wasn't raisin' no psychic superhero.

So I stopped thinking
Instead, living life each day
By the dictates of my own inner voice
Who never stops philosophizing and categorizing
Identifying what I wanted and going after it.

Mama taught me that
Misrepresentation was the thing to avoid
Censorship leading to undefined feelings
To waking up one morning and realizing
You have no feelings at all.

So share while you can
Elaborate on the intricacies of your own mind
Give a voice to the voiceless
And when the world tells you to "sit down and shut up"
Stand up and yell.

And I yelled.
I screamed. I shouted. I cried.
On rooftops, on oceanside cliffs, on mountains
Letting my voice circumvent the globe
I knew who I was.

A personal oracle
Determining my own destiny
Manifesting my divine right
To life, liberty and the pursuit
Of whatever made me happy

Now,

I look back on the days when
Life made that much sense
When a word was just a word
Lacking consequence
Where a person could just be.

I'm standing tall
But stopped yelling truth
For fear someone might hear.
I'm not here for debate;
Just want to be.

All smoke, no fire.