Sometimes I say I miss and get caught on the pause…

Sometimes I say I miss and get caught on the pause…

I can’t even exhale. I wonder if it is fear that has the grip on my exhalation.  I may just feel like I am missing out on my own life. I feel like I have moments recalling something that has never happened to me before and I want to feel it again for the first time; Because I miss it. Maybe it is in my mind. Is it possible to be trapped in your own mind? . I have desires and I long for what I could have done, can be, and am able of doing…but that just causes the guilt to start.

Am I envious of my aptitude? Am I lamenting my potential? Is this dreaming? If so, why does this hurt?

the way i see it

The way I see it…

I don’t have to settle; and I won’t

The way I see it…

There is more than what I want

The way I see it…

You can’t deny my light shine…

The way I see it…

I’m never like most and seldom like some,

but I should never be expected, encouraged, required, or determined to be anything other than She…

She the one who they call world’s greatest mother

She the one trying to empower a brotha

She the one with the bright eyes

She the one with the thick thighs

She the one with the pretty grin

She the one who knows to say when

The way I see it… I run this and she was someone that I really did miss.

I missed me… it feels good to breathe