Poem: 2/26/2020

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February 26th, 2020

Published at 1:16 PM on 3/1/2020

Sunday

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Sometimes, I can be a bitch.

It’s only exposed when I hit the switch.

& It’s not likely I flip it but the decision to, is quick.

As soon as the light is on, it all suddenly clicks.

That I have the ability to choose & the bitch in me, is not it.

The beautiful flower I choose to pick.

To some of you, that one you missed.

It all lies in the letters, that when combined.

They help us build the words we finally find.

As we continue to develop our vocabulary, our form of expression begins to shine.

But we have to learn to not fear the vibration that we exude when it’s time.

To perform because sometimes I will.

I know it’s toxic but I feel complete thrill.

Tingles running down my spine; it gives me chills.

Shivering with intense passion, do you even know how that feels?

It feels like the transition from the ground to take off on a flight.

Like floating freely in the wind, like a vibrant kite.

& Sometimes, I am not right.

But I left that on the other side.

Because for so long I inflated my pride.

But when I can feel the brewing of an experience that will tug on my eyes.

In the past I use to run, but now, there is honestly no reason to hide.

Because I did what I did with intention.

Determining if that’s good or bad, all depends on your position.

Sometimes we have to stop talking & honestly listen.

For the subtle signs, because we’re so fucking loud, we keep on missing.

Wishing….

Photo credit: Jasmine K. Moore