The Best Parts of Me

May I have your attention please? 

When opportunity comes, 

moments have to be seized.  

If you would like to get to know me, 

get comfortable in that seat. 

We may even become homies. 🖤✌️

 

 

I'm pretty chill, I pay my bills, 

rock my babies but shoot to kill. 

 

To avoid crimes, I pop out rhymes, 

this book is colors scribbled outside lines. 

 

I was always that kid so misconstrued. 

I left my younger home, good on my own, 

was tired of eggshells between my toes. 

Mama was never a strong suit. 

 

No weekends with dad, no might have beens, 

but I don't even care, I'll never be his fan. 

I never played ball, acted the school play

or hung at the gym but made perfect grades. 

 

Pushed to perfection, learned not to conform, 

I rock my flaws, that's just my norm.

 

Summer honey eyes with red sunburned hair,

living with my truths while surviving nightmares, 

I never wear a helmet, giving in to dares, 

but my pretty colors can't compare. 

 

A broken girl so out of place, 

 life teaches lessons at Aesop's grace. 

I've loved and lost, fought and took flight, 

impulsive more than tame if I need to fight. 

 

I remember back when the moon sung to me

every time I'd be stuck crying myself to sleep. 

Punctuation marks and questions floated through my dreams,

my stories are of lessons, so much people don't see. 

 

Aesop hogged my mic one too many times,

spent so many years scribbling broken rhymes.

Lost and cornered, I've cheated death in life,

Took middle age to play my cards right. 

 

Adrenaline, sadly, is hard to contain,

but my heart ticks to motivate through pain.

I carried the world with my wedding bouquet, 

honeysuckle memories I keep on display. 

 

A broken girl from a one horse town, 

mama knew how to get around, 

dad was absent, so I hid in closets,

scribbling on paper, emotions, forgot em. 

A working girl putting herself through college, 

I'm glad I obtained all that knowledge. 

 

But enough about the past, that stuff don't last. 

Fast forward to the present, forget the mishaps. 

 

These summer honey eyes see past nightmares, 

I survived my truths, the past impairs. 

I walk away from so many dares, 

iron bars to freedom can't compare. 

 

Four am that alarm clock screams, 

Life is crazy, turn it into some memes. 

One o clock, two, only time to snooze, 

up before daylight, no time to lose. 

 

Kids everywhere, my blessings can't compare, 

got some pocket change, can't complain, 

no holes in my underwear. 

 

Food on the table, a "honey, I'm home",

life ain't my plan, but I'd never roam. 

 

It ain't ever been easy, had to fight for a piece,

then I grew smart, memorized the recipe. 

 

Aint cracked the cookbook since I remember when, 

this photographic memory remains my only friend,

 

Depression is a disease no meds can cure, 

my mind tick, tick, booms, anxiety leaves me unsure. 

 

Been told my brain is bright, but I still sleep with a light, 

born and bred my demons that creep at me in the night,

Orange is my color when I'm feeling bright, 

black is my accessory, hues hide from sight. 

 

Sunsets relieve me of another day survived, 

kiss my kids goodnight, grateful to be alive. 

 

Mom of multiples, and they still multiply, 

this kid, that kid, they all staying the night, 

 

Wanting to pull out this red sunburned hair,

dirty dozen kids giving in to dares, 

but my blessings can't beyond compare

to an empty room with a blank stare. 

 

A late bloomer with a pushed past phase, 

 life teaches lessons at Aesop's grace. 

I've loved and lost, fought and took flight, 

but thankfully I'm grounded, my kids saved my life. 

 

Love packed in like brown sugar, 

this mama more protective than a cougar, 

brown bear hibernates, I hate the cold, 

cooped in this cave rhyming so bold.

 

Up in my cottage, call me Snow White, 

with all my lil homies, we doing alright. 

I'm not a butterfly, I ain't social, 

feeding every animal long as they local. 

I write lyrics, but I ain't vocal,

speech is my weakness, 

but my words sweet like fro yo. 

Paper and pen sitting on river's bend, 

writing stories of fantasy lands. 

 

Tiana broke her curse, Rapunzel cut her hair,

I envy sleeping beauty, these dark circles ain't fair. 

 

But life is sweet enough, don't need no cavities, 

keep my feet on the ground since I learned about gravity. 

 

Walking straight and narrow, living for my kids, 

doing everything different than my parents did. 

But no hate in this heart, life made me me, 

... and that's the best part.