Digressing.....

I'm supposed to be flat ironing my hair because I washed it today. So right now my hair is puffy and soft like Diana Ross' (I didn't mean to rhyme like that lol) and going out like that would make me too much! So I'm going to stop blowing my life away and do my hair because it's going to take me forever! :( Yes... I am REALLY sad because I hate doing my hair. I would prefer to have a live in beautician to be at my every call when I need her or him. (Whoever as long as they can do hair) But as usual, I digress. So I’m going to drop some thoughts about coming to terms with situations that will just be the way that they are regardless what you would LIKE to make of it. With some things... it is what it is...

Goodnight!

It is what it is

used
like these shoes
or
the over priced books in school.
Like
a writers pen to her pad
like
a runners feet to the track.
Like
a singers voice to the masses,
a teachers patience with the classes,
a blind mans sight,
no need for glasses,
like
connections
including the dashes.
used
like
light in the daytime,
a criminals offense of only one crime,
a rappers verse with ONE good line,
used
like
the days roll on.
used
like
your laying there.
used
like
you really don’t care.
I ask you a question,
there’s a pause...

and a stare,


used
like the glare from my phone.
used like no one is home.
used like an orgasm moan.
used like hair to my comb.
used like I’m in the zone.
used like keys to the board.
used like an extension cord.
On the small of my back,
when I’ve gotten off of track,
used
like
my ancestors pain.
used like water through the rain.
used like a brain that has gone insane.
used like these words that I keep on replaying.
used
like
it is
what
it is…..

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