A Lady of Ten Thousand Names
January 12, 2013
God you should have seen Isis, hemorrhaging with ambition while smiling in the harshest of heat.
She stood in the belly of that crowd, raised her arm in the air & matched her heart to the beat.
And suddenly every patron in the city, believers & doubters, rose quickly to their feet.
Their fists pounding against the rhythm of the wind; boom, boom, boom, boom!
Kinetic electricity surged from every cavity & splashed through any layers in the room.
Head high and shoulders back, she gave the deuces to anyone who didn’t think she had the knack.
Once the souls that questioned her are now asking for her signature.
Although in the dark & blind to the masses, she doubted nothing while lighting her own torches.
Bearing the brunt of naysayers & pile driving while supplying her own transfusions,
Every night she closed her eyes and challenged the dark with esoteric allusions.
She was a woman, but didn’t need to prove it.
Her ears had swallowed broken glass and her knees felt the itch of mud and laughing grass.
And while it was in style to sport the scent of gin and sex,
She didn’t bother, she was a self-accepted reject.
All the while undeserving, with gut and grit, she pushed Sisyphus rock up and made it stick.
Her razor tongue savored the water of Tantalus and of others opinions, she could care less.
Unapologetic & foolhardy with determination, she fashions her lips with bona fied narration.
But when the crowd has dissipated she sits alone, contemplative.
And although she is silent in her tears, she paints only what she wants herself to mirror.
Saying nothing, she curls her fingers around the heart of the moon
She squeezes it in hopes of growing more immune.
A goddess, a rebel, a lady of ten thousand names, she breaths to the beat of her own drum, she is a consummate dame.