Pray for the Lovers

I was looking through Essence.com's top 40 poets and i came across the first 3 lines of this poemby Jayne Cortez. I was intrigued and searched for it, i really like its truth

PRAY FOR THE LOVERS by Jayne Cortez.
Pray for the lovers
for those who are suspicious
for those who are jealous
for those who are revengeful
Pray for the lovers
for those who are unsatisfied
for those who are frightened
for those who are disappointed
pray for those who are lonely lazy & limited
Pray for the lovers
for those unwilling to reveal & unable to revolt
for those who are helpless
for those who are hostile
for those whose flesh goes dead upon touching
the frigid
the passive
the latent
the soft
have mercy on the lovers in heat
pray for those with pain in their bodies
pain in their minds
for sorrow
for fear & the spell of madness after love says goodbye
Pray for the lovers in the name of love
in the name of god & the mirror of death
love in the name of some rollin hips
those churning lips & the blood
that drips incest to incest
all power to the lovers in the name of love
all power to the lovers in the name of love
all power to the lovers in the name of love....

Day and Night

found this poem.. i dont know who wrote it but i liked it

Glass Angel

You are like a child who asks to play with the precious porcelain doll placed high on a shelf. You had eyed her for quite sometime and were fascinated by her delicate nature. You are told handle with care, she's not a toy. You take her start off gently cradling her in your loving arms. As time goes by you get more comfortable you toss her, play rough, scraping her arms and chaffing her skin.Yet still she always landed safely back in your arms.
So you take her fragility for granted becoming more careless and carefree. You think that she's indestructable, simply unbreakable. So you drop her, face first onto the cold tile floor, breaking her little glass self into a million pieces. And then like a coward you run away leaving the shattered angel broken and alone, a mess for someone else to clean up. You never thought to turn around and mend her, humbly piecing each shard together.
Alas you are a child you know no better. Runaway and hide little boy, do what you know best.