Sonia Limas

(APRIL 30TH 1983 SUN SIGN TAURUS / EAST SIDE SANTA CRUZ)

MY POETIC JUSTICE/ MI JUSTICIA POETA 09


My Poetic Justice Will Prevail (2008)
I try to solve our inequities
maybe were just on different planes
you creating flaws in my symetry
I say it's you maybe it's really me
I can't give up, I can't give in
It's like my soul's in sin
I truly love the way you make me face
my complexities
it's been a postpartum of my meloncholy
and I give birth to creativity
and rhythm of reality
lyrics of truth
you deliver me in your sermon
Now only time can tell
but my Poetic Justice will prevail.
s.l.z.08
L

Submitted: Monday, December 28, 2009
Edited: Monday, April 19, 2010

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