Jane Doe

she had beckoned my soul her envy surrounded me as i sat writing poetry and song it was my identity she was after her name was jane mine was yolanda i recited poems for montel williams on poetry .com my poems became quilts maps of my freedom my life back home springfield illinois she was from Tampa i chicago poetry was my life she entered my window to her surprise st john paul 11 i was kneeling jane enraged joining corruption switching documents developing a false doctrine beneath the high ways and by ways i glance in the mirror reflecting her face she was becoming me while i was vanishing quickly i dash to washington dc civil rights memorial freedom of self expression dignity truth courage home