I did not write this:

Broken Poet

Remember, i was a broken poet
holding on to the drama of life in the doldrums
you were a strong lover
in both heart and muscle
you could have been my mother
for all those tears you caught

Remember, i was a fucked up writer
more depressed than inspired
you were sick and tired 
of all that i cried 
and our lion fire
musta surely suffered from the rain


Tanya Davis 2008