Here

Here

Weeds grow around the chair in the middle of the room.
The tiger lights a fire,
Spring leaves consume the piano lounge of Paris.

A smile of a Goddess: Gaia, Artemis, Atira.
Her hair reflecting city lights,
The Bronx screams louder now that the tiger is out.
Marvin Gaye smiles form the grave.

Head scarfs protect her ideas from spilling to the carpet.
They tell her"Write your hopes and dreams."
But they don't give her a pencil.

Soul, the music.
At 4 am gospel voices praise the princess.
Twisted dreams, twisted braids contain her spirit. 

They hold our freedom hostage with our lips.
She holds their soul strongly in her fists.
Until... she don't really care.