The morning dance:
A long time ago I came to the realization that I could create and re – create myself each and every time I looked in the mirror.
Ponytail, middle part, afro thrown back, which one do I choose?
My world of possibilities starts the minute I look at me.
From the time I open my eyes and step out of bed, approach my mirror, unwrap my hair… I have a choice: who do I want to be today?
My mind dances out of the door watching myself as down the street I go.
Should I dress to strut like a vixen? Or creep through town with peep toes – smitten?
Take a run and conquer the world? Or flip flop in sandles and pay no attention?
I am a woman with possibilities.
That tops a bit low and I wonder where mens eyes’ll go
But with the polo neck I’ll look like a saint, I don’t want that – nah no.
With a strapless my arms are out, if it gets cold, I’ll regret that.
A shirts too regal it’ll shut them down.
Today’s a dress day I think
– Long just past the knee, waist pulled in, neck pretty.
I’m saying I am happy to be a lady and do what men can’t do.
I’m all for equality and love being a woman too.
It’s a man’s world – the dress says I don’t care,
I don’t have to dress cold and everywhere I go glare.
I am free spirited.
I am saying I have nothing to prove
I’ve reduced economics and the world to just me and you
Dress or no dress (well not like that)
I’m saying I like me and I don’t care if you’re not fine with that.
…It takes more than a second to dress you know
You’re thinking, you debate all this in the morning before you go?
Well yea – everyone thinks about the back story don’t they.
Let’s be honest, nobody just looks and sees a person.
What do you think when you look at me?
I can’t explain using words but I try anyway because they are the closest thing I can use to breakdown the breaks in communication we have.
There are many intonations, indentations, variations and complications in our world – I said ours – yes.
My world only exists to me and I want you to be able to see through the pearl white, jet black dimples I use to light up the streets and cast un identical shadows creating custom silhouettes that tell a story only I can read and so you see I am your translator.
You think you understand but you don’t and never will.
All you have is what I tell you and if not believed only casts huge, opaque, web like structures over humanity as you perceive and everywhere you go like a buzzing bee will appear a lie.