Dizzy
This back and forth
is making me dizzy
This hot and cold
is making me sweat
You say I give up so easy
But nothing about this is
Easy
My heart can’t handle
You shutting down
I don’t know how to metabolize
This merry-go-round
I’m not here to hurt you
I’m not up for games
I require a tender touch
If you push me away
I’ll go
If you put up walls
I’ll stay away
I’m not going to stand here
All alone
Waiting for you
to make up your mind
Be gentle with my heart
Be tender
Be soft
You’re making me dizzy
You’re making me sweat
Why does all this feel like a test?
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all