Maybe I’m listening to Adele.
Don’t judge
me.
Maybe I had a great day.
Maybe I think I’m cute today.
Don’t judge
me.
Maybe I think I look like Shirley from What’s Happening with
this short brown fro.
I shouldn’t
judge me.
Maybe I was updating my resume and CV and acknowledging the
work I’ve been blessed to do in the world and it got me choked up.
Maybe I walked 10,000 steps for 3 days in a row and I’m
still overweight.
Maybe I like my soft skin, my full body, my smile.
Maybe I’m getting older.
Maybe that’s better than the alternative.
Maybe I had a chance to speak to my mom, my cousin, my dear
friends and find love, comfort, joy and support.
Maybe I am in love with a special woman.
Maybe I’m still
listening to Adele.
Maybe I’m not a millionaire yet.
Maybe I already feel like one.
Maybe I’m not happy all the time.
Maybe I’m glad about that.
Maybe I appreciate the fluctuations.
Maybe they make me stronger.
Don’t judge
me.
Maybe I just put my perfect little boy to sleep and he held me while I read to him and then sang him
the goodnight song.
Maybe he told me I’m the best singer in the world.
Maybe I got on my knees at his bedside and started praying with
him and then started thanking the creator so much I began crying.
Maybe my perfect little boy wiped my tears and told me he
loves me and God loves me and it’s okay to cry happy tears.
Maybe just maybe this is the life of not only my dreams but
of my conscious choosing.
Maybe just maybe this is heaven on earth.
Maybe this is perfection.
May Be.
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