*freestyled while on the way to work, February 6.
I let the six-year-old me go out and play today.
She woke up to a wintry wonderland and though the snow hadn’t
hardened enough to make cannonball, she was still able to make a pretty good
splat on the concrete next to the stairs.
I let the 21-year-old
me come out and play today.
She woke up to a wintry wonderland. She opened all the
blinds on her balcony and set a beautiful backdrop to dance to Michael Jackson
with her girlfriend in the living room. She didn’t mind that instead, they just
held each other and talked about when her seven-year-old self made her first
snow angel with LaNell in the back of a trailer park.
I let the 25-year-old me come out and play today.
She awoke to another end routine, X amount of hours before
work. Read a book written by a man considered genius who considers himself a
regular man. She ended her chapter where he described how he made his house
into sanctuary, into safe space for budding musicians that eventually made up a
family. They now call themselves the Soulquarians. She tried to hold back the
tears, but they fell because all she’s ever wanted was a family of peers who
will challenge her in the open. They would duel fight with their belief systems
and cut each other with evidence. But it was ok, cause they were just kendo
sticks and we’re just sparring together, readying for the next battle.
I let the nine-year-old me come out and play today.
She woke up to a wintry wonderland with enough fire and
bristle in her toes that she just washes the dirt off of her reality. She
balled up her fist and got all ready to fight Stephanie on the front steps of her
apartment building but let the rage subside when she realized that her moon
cycle had begun.
I went out to play today. There was snow and it was cold.
But I laughed like God kept the machine going for me. I’ve never experienced a
winter like this. I’m not completely mad at it. I just wish that I could always
be as happy about the sunshine.