Thirty is no gold-strike epiphany.
Does not feel found,
but flickering light
(But light still flickering.)
A bickering dollop of heat with its own shadow;
As in, is this joint supposed to pop so proud?
And with such frequency!
And then:
No, but baby you can still embody grace.
And what will 60 think when
We come knocking at her gates?
And what good does this shame do, anyway?
What really is this age,
but a cool sweat trickling down a nervous spine?
Of flickering light
(But light still flickering)
An omnipresence tickling this passing of time.
A playful trickery of smoke in flight.
An omnipresence tickling this passing of time.
A playful trickery of smoke in flight.
Woman I was before at war with
more blackgirlrage
more humanity teetering on animal
more demons at the jugular of my brotherhood
more nuclear Molotov's crashing against my core
more war, this spirit thrashing within body,
more war, this spirit thrashing within body,
that I may be refined.
I surmise that this is all thirty really means:
A playful trickery of smoke in flight
and flickering light
that by God
will not be snuffed.
Did you hear me?
I will not be extinguished
I surmise that this is all thirty really means:
A playful trickery of smoke in flight
and flickering light
that by God
will not be snuffed.
Did you hear me?
I will not be extinguished
about// on turning 30 soon
post script: Fun physics fact-- fire can only create a shadow when there is a more powerful light source behind the firelight. Poetically speaking, this is a light that only God can emit.
post script: Fun physics fact-- fire can only create a shadow when there is a more powerful light source behind the firelight. Poetically speaking, this is a light that only God can emit.
