The part of me that's Frieda
Loves the smell of bougainvillea
It reminds me of the Casa Azul
And the streets of Coyoacán
The part of me that's Georgia
Dreams of skulls and roses
The adobe heart of New Mexico
Brush strokes of sand
Weave and Spin
This dance begins
An opening
A melody
Am I
The part of me that's Natalie
Loves a woman fiercely
Roses to courtiers
A kiss like Paris wine
The part of me that's Emily
Standing loaded, ready
Scraps of fractured poetry
Locked inside a drawer
Weave and Spin
This dance begins
An opening
A melody
Am I
The part of me that's Bessie
Lies bleeding on the highway
Knowing they could save me
But I'm just not their kind
Weave and Spin
This dance begins
An opening
A symphony
Am I
Weave and Spin
This dance begins
An opening
A melody
Am I