I've never been one for magic but the idea that my words, my poems can be the spell that binds my heart to yours
And blends my skin tone into one understood by the world
That intertwines my feminity with each other's energy
My magic blinds people from looking at me unappreciatively
My magic makes me a queen one day and invisible the next
My magic curates a world in which lovers can take the form of any sex
Creating illusions, fighting your incorrect conclusions
Working for justice
Constant magic rushes
My magic curls balls into my hands and works like an artist and her paintbrushes
My words may not come out right all the time
My chants may take some time to find the right line
But pen to paper, thumbs to the keypad
My rhythms are too rad
Forgoing all the bad
Creating a world of endless possibilities
Toxic positivity may be my only villain trait
There is no sense nor sensibility when it comes to embracing the negative
There is no need for trials or tribulations
With the snap of my fingers, the wish in my heart, written into an affirmation
Change is due
So long whatever the situation
Invite the art
Embrace the magic
Life is no longer tragic
