I dug deep down into my pocket for my rent
I vent because I couldn’t afford the attire for the event
I’m pissed because they didn’t treat me like their other clients
That clique or that group won’t accept me as their friend.
The way I mirror maybe be the problem
I see a lot of errors, maybe my eyes are the problem
The feelings are real, my doubts are tangible
Who am I to pursue the impossible?
But don’t living things birth their own kind
A dog births dogs and bees birth bees
A seed births a plant or trees
And God, won’t He birth gods?
At times I forget I’m royalty
That my Father happens to be the King of the universe
That treasures untold, wealth both heavenly and earthly
Are accessible to me.
I started my yesterday just so excited because of a photo gig I was to attend later. I even woke up thirty minute before my alarm went off. It was beautiful to have woken up with that spirit of joy. I took the piture above whilst I waited for my ride to the event. It was one of those moments when everything was perfect and it just called me to capture the moment.
The event was a special crop of women who were starting an NPO. I saw beauty in the true sense. Young women who are pursuing their passion. I gulped down their wisdom. It will take me a while to process all I heard.
True beauty of anyone but particularly a woman since it is women’s month, is one who has found their calling in life and are ready to pursue with all they’ve got.
I’ve got no poem today, but I’ve got a photo to express myself.