Brandee

I go places and do stuff.

[Brandee @monkeemoves]

Look! How we walk,
Can you see it?
How we move.

[Brandee @monkeemoves]

Disdainful, body rebelling like a pissed-off soldier, refusing to mission, asking to be locked away--"If I had to fight, I would; I'd lose."

[Brandee @monkeemoves]

He destroys me, as trees do by root the pavement, life pushing out toward the sun--Broken down from stone back to dust, to be grown within.

[Brandee @monkeemoves]

I drink her in through my skin--tropical storm; thunderously raining, all-over warm. Alert and humid, blown to the ground;
She monsoons me.