ironically, its the days that the city looks at me
like I owe it money that I like myself the most
On the days where its a pale stranger cutting its eyes to me in a bus for no reason
that I feel the absolute luckiest girl on earth
The meaner the stare the harder I am reminded to love my roots,
the clearer I hear the skin of the drums
that brass band inside of my chest that keeps me moving to the beat of life
How happy I am to not belong to this gray
To not know my way around it
I’m so thankful that I was raised to share,
to say please and thank you and to apologize when I bump into strangers
Thankful for these hips and these curls and my endless playlist of upbeat music
Though it gets hard at times, though I make myself sick with the missing
I’m an eternal light, the sun on two feet
a party on my own and that’s something no one can take away from me
Honestly, i’m full of joy and I hope you are too
