An Introvert's Tengo

An Introvert’s Tango

A dance of lovers and of foe

In the end only emotion knows

Face to face we are neither

The embrace encircles our soul

Our tango is more of the Queer

Neither one wants to lead…

Nor to follow,

Hence the dance of soul begins unclear

Our words lead, our actions follow

The current slow like our undertones

The action quick with uncertainty

This is… an introvert’s tango

One and then another arrastre

Pushing or guiding, not sure who’s has the lead

Our souls move first

Their foundations follow as in poetry

Our heart’s gain awareness in our stance

our fears, wares and of tears bygone…

And how they caused the soul to bend

The soul heals in the art of dance

The lead and follow

Is neither control or Queer

The push and pull

Is neither forced or malo

Just an introvert’s tango

If You Were My Daughter

*Disclaimer This poem is not a reflection of any of the Mothers that may read and follow this blog. Its creation was kindled by a friend's poem and stories I have heard from two friends. Thank you!

If You Were My Daughter

I would have held you close to me

  at every stage of your life…

  if you were my daughter

I would have played show and tell with my love for you

  instead of leaving you to impress me…

  if you were my daughter

I would have made you laugh

  instead of hushing you…

  if you were my daughter

I would have kissed all of scrapes and bruises away

  instead of causing them…

  if you were my daughter

I would have praise all of your achievements

  instead of ignoring your success…

  if you were my daughter

I would have cried with you

  instead of telling you, you deserved it…

  if you were my daughter

I would have nurtured your special spirit…

  instead of envying you

  if you were my daughter

I would have thrown you a freedom party

  instead of blaming you for the divorce…

  if you were my daughter

I would have seen your children as perfect in everyway

  instead of filling your heart with doubt and worry…

  if you were my daughter

I would let you know the pride I feel for you

  instead of making you feel shame…

  if you were my daughter

I would be your great defender

  instead of your infector…

  if you were my daughter

I would have taught you to love yourself

  instead of not…

  if you were my daughter

I would have but I am not your mother

  instead I am no one’s mother…

  I am simply a daughter