Red octagonal shapes.
Directing the traffic to stop.
So insignificant and mundane.
No one knows the value I have put into these red shapes
that hang so unnoticed on metal poles
throughout our cities, towns and neighborhoods.
Let me take endless photographs
and mail you the film
with my .45 cent stamps.
So you can share in the memory of my precious stop signs.
Of all the stops signs I see
I long to feel all the kisses I’ve missed,
the kisses I’ve lacked.
The ones I will never receive.
I thought today was a terrible day.
I just felt so lost and stuck in my own head…
But really, it wasn’t that bad
I had to wake up early and didn’t sleep much, but the sun shined today.
My car was stuck in the snow, but someone came out of nowhere and helped me.
I had “me” time and got my nails done today.
I only had a 3 hour class, but it got out an hour and a half early.
All the negative things about today all had a positive twist!
These are the little things I feel that God does to make his children happy.
Please don’t be afraid of all the cracks in my bones.
The things so deep inside myself that very few have been able to find.
All of my insecurities and down falls.
Don’t be afraid of the things I can be, the things I want to be.
I change, I revert.
I mold myself into what I want at the time.
I take the basic parts of myself and paint over it.
I cut and paste.
My type of personality cannot be confined to the box people want me in.
Me being me, is me being whatever I please, whenever I please.
I’m the girl who rarely ever wears make up.
Who doesn’t do anything to her hair.
The girl who literally just wears jeans/sweats and tshirts everyday.
Who just hops out of the shower and starts her day.
I wear toms and flip flops.
I don’t ever dress up.
I’m simple, yet beautiful.
But when I do dress up, when I do wear make up, I know I look stunning.
Here I am, let the hate roll on in.