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| Little Maya. Playa Cerritos. |
thank you
for wavy hair crimpers
that i thought i was running behind
but then was shown i was just in time
for front seat cab rides
for a quick honest chat between apple fritters and a banana
to care a lot less today than previous days about nothing
to live in the hours that are worth while
for a sugar free cheesecake made from scratch with love
a birthday song and dance by 3 sillies
for adele, who's heart and gut i can hear in her voice
to give water and sunshine to the relationships i actually have
for the element of bro-ness my ho's have
that i ain't that poor if i can go vacay's regurlarly, buy fun things, eat hella food and put a dollar in the basket everyday
to swipe my ebt card and think to myself every time "damn it's good to be an ah-mare-ree-can"
to study faces the way i would study a painting or the clouds in the sky
that now that i am not falling over my own drunk feet, i can actually follow through
for nina simone's "in the dark"
that sometimes my booty pants and hair down feels like a security blanket and i'm cool with that
to participate in this life
for the woman with the raspy bar voice but the sweetest seed blossom analogy
for so many familiar faces who make the rough beginning real
for sam having the perfect response without missing a beat
that life has lost it's lesson and has become an experience. i hope it gets messy from time to time.
that i don't need awards and accolades for the victories i've had today small or big
i just get this,
one more day
