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INTRODUCTION
MS. CROSBY
GARCIA IS A MULTITALENTED POET AND PERFORMER FROM FLORIDA, HER
PERFORMANCE IS ALIVE CLASSIC AND FULL OF CONTROVERSY
BE MINDFUL
OF YOUR HEART
You,
A fresh new novice.
A lover.
You.
Bring me a drink
And give it a clink.
Make it something interesting
And let’s have a
conversation.
I, with aristocratic flairs
Admire your graces, your
fancies,
Your airs.
Admire your charms, your
wonders,
Your cares.
I, who has entertained so
many before you,
I, who has broken so many,
many hearts,
I, who will eventually tear
you apart,
Am a decadent creature of
dubious means.
I danced for the world
looking for a heart
And did not find love, it has
eluded me.
But here you come with your
alluring ways
Trying to tame my careless
gaze.
Just who do you think you
are?
A willing admirer of all
sorts?
And what could an admirer
offer me?
My love, my sex, belongs to
me.
I get everything for free.
So how dare you presume what
I must assume
Of love and life and
sex-filled nights
Of courtesan duties and
passage rites
Of endless lusts which I
ignite.
My love, my sex, belongs to
me.
You could really love me,
that’s what you say.
Ha! Another puppet, gone
astray.
All I ever wanted was some
‘play’.
No fire, no passion, no fervor, no
way.
(But if I gave into this
feeling, which has come fleeing
From the iron walls which
refuse to fall.
My soul, my spirit can be no
more,
Without you, without you…)
We can agree to disagree.
But you won’t break me.
My love, my sex, belongs to
me.
Yes, my ‘joie de vivre’ has
deceived
But it’s getting old, and
it’s getting cold.
Do you really think you could
break me?
If I were to relinquish my
crown of broken hearts,
My crown of broken dreams,
My ‘all’ for you to seam.
What would you say?
What would you say?
Walk
away!
But
remember,
My love, my sex, belongs to
me.
End
10/01/2002
/ by Crosby Garcia
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