She asked how old I was
When I started to write,
So I told her
It was seventh grade
when I discovered
Girls
Love poetry.

but art is art
it all changed after that.

The color, the texture,
The line, the taste, the weight,
The movement, the scent —
It was everything after that

Changing me
From tyrant to pig

The first poem became me,
And now, I tell her,
Now you are part of me too.