I fight for my right to speak and to listen.
To punch and to question.
To sing and to ask,
I fight for my right to the light and the dark.
The rhyme and the reason
The truth and the treason
The shadows and the fame
The meaning in my name
The breath and the sweat
The solitude and the sex
The past, the present, the future and you
And this gooey place I find myself strapped to
The truth is I actually want everything I taste
And I don’t want to waste an instant alongside your fine form.
You wild storm of fire and ice.
You untamed artpiece
You majestic muse of a man.
Both of the feminine and masculine.
- Samantha-Jeanne











