Mars Invades Pretend Eden

When I ask you to
Pray for my enemies
I mean
Pray my fury shows civility
I don’t
Love My enemies
I Pray for them
That my first blow
Which has always been in defense
Brings them common sense
I’m a zero
Not the one
Not a hero
I don’t carry guns
My weapon is responding accordingly
Bullies shouldn’t pick on me
Reevaluating their life as they walk away from me
Feeling like big winners
While I’m
Eating their hearts for dinner
With clarity
The damage
Enemies are intentionally trying to create
Then watch me tablecloth wipe their blood off of my face
Pray for my enemies
Under the Sun
They are not special in their
Whatever they think gives them authority
And if you double up your blessings
Pray for me too
Warriors need love too
Defenders need love too
Engaging with injustice is a source drain
Reengaging unapologetically with my sources will forever save the day
Keep me sane
Pray for my enemies
Who herd scapegoats
Who walk this earth with dinosaur impressions fossilized in their minds
Who desire the power their forefathers designed
Who exist as if their home lives are the only kinds
Who don’t leave their bubbles
Donate generously to those in trouble
Disrespect the struggle
Pulling rugs, passing bucks and tossing under the bus
A hustler
Pray for my enemies
Who Always Miss
My Bob and weave has its mastery
Trained since birth to land forcefully
My point
I protect mine
So now you Die.
Pray for my enemies
Whose worlds get hit by
My words
My body language
Bitch this isn’t what you thought it was
Pray for my enemies that they
Place the rug back
Take the buck back
Reverse the bus
Free the scapegoats
Learn their lesson swiftly
I got plenty of time to defend me and mine
Plenty of intelligence to not be fucked with
Plenty of faith to exhale unclenched
Plenty of contained fire
War is a moment I enjoy
I get to stand up for those who would be and are in my place
Pray for my enemies
They’re about to lose their face
Reconstructed confidence after not getting their way
It’s not an over reaction
It’s that the enemy is lacking
In room reading tactics
They act
As they have seen
My emotions don’t rise
My dignity electrified
To help them realize
I wasn’t born to kneel
Or lick heels
Haven’t spray painted my tag on battlefields
For eons
To suddenly surrender
Pray for my enemies
The Ma’ams and the Sirs
They about to get what they deserve


Liza Zayas is a lover of writing and dancing and celebrates both as a singer and songwriter performing as Luna del Flor. You can hear her collaborative sounds and experience life through her storytelling. She invites you to dance. Her poetry seeks to initiate dialogue by intentionally expressing consequences of love, lust, ego and self-respect.