Bump Into You

I know things didn’t end up like we had planned,
And that near the end it felt like you were holding a forced hand,

I know I just couldn’t bring myself to giving you my best each day,
But I am so glad I forced myself to stay,
For as long as I did.

I look back with no regrets, though I couldn’t give my best, I did give it my all,
I woke up every day, determined, even though I knew it’d end in a fall.

But I miss you, I do,
And I find myself hoping I’ll bump into you.

At the grocery store or somewhere else around town,
I really would like to ask you how you’ve been
And see if the little nuances of me still makes you grin.

I’d like to just tell you, you’re doing a good job,
And I hope life isn’t making your heart throb.

I’d like to just tell you, I appreciate the time we got to spend together,
And now, I hope your life is filled with more sun than stormy weather.

Yes, sometimes, I imagine the day I’ll bump into you,
I’d like to just give you a hug and a warm smile to show my gratitude.

All The Girls You've Made Feel Pretty

As you place your hand on my cheek and kiss me goodbye,
I realize your love is so easily seen and identified.

You love out loud and with great care,
Always filling me with bravery to give the love I share.

Then for a split second, my mind roams, as often times it does,
And briefly, I think about them, all the girls that you have loved.

All the girls that came before me,
All the girls that looked at you and saw their futures so clearly.

So many things had to fall into place for you and me and this life together,
You and I connected the pieces and threw around words like, “forever.”

I’m not the only one that has ever felt invincible by your side,
And the thought of this could leave me emotionally paralyzed.

I don’t have time to sit with this thought for too long,
You turn on the record and we’re dancing in our living room to one of our favorite songs.

Our daughter walks out, in her pajamas with clean hair,
Without pause, you grab her hands and twirl her up in the air.

The smile you provide her with is proof of a love that could stretch ten thousand miles,
Yes, this kind of love is hand-crafted with an omniscient style.

It never falters and adds new life to old roots,
It’s silly and eager and absolute.

Yes, you make me feel pretty, in more ways than one.
Your wife and your daughter’s hearts are wrapped in your warm love,
And leave every morning with their insides shining like the sun.

Yes, sometimes all the girls before me pop up in my mind,
And I think to myself how lucky they were for a short time.

To feel your love is a special gift,
In the sand of life, your love is the type of pure gold, for which people sift.

Even before me, your love was sincere,
All the girls you’ve made feel pretty, I hold dear.

We’re connected by a man who fought to love us well,
And I’m the one who gets to share the story the years will tell.

Thank you for making all the girls in your life feel pretty,
And stinging good- love throughout your life like a honeybee,
You’ll remain the sturdy ground,
In this world where so many are lost and rarely found.

WATER

I've been thinking a lot about water.

Water is such a simple, pure thing, but holds so much power. 
There's power in staying true to who you are. 

Water doesn't try to be anything else; it's clear and tasteless, for the most part. 
Nothing fancy, although, sometimes it does get all bottled up and pretty for us. 

It's the very thing that drowns us. That brings our fears to float at the surface. That hides secrets beneath it's depths. It scares us. 

And it's the very thing that cleanses us and allows us to start anew. At the lowest of lows, relenting and diving head first into a body of water, refreshes us. Our tears blend into the sea, along with all the other tears that have been washed away there and suddenly, we're not alone. It washes us clean. It saves us. 

Water forces honesty. Everything you wish would sink and never be found again, reemerges. We are all wading around our ghosts in the closet, our heart breaks, our walls built, the blows of life that have left scars so deep you still feel incomplete. 

All of us are wading through the water. Wading there, in our bare skin, all of our baggage out, for all to see. Just hoping, some one will see beyond the surface. Deep down. They'll see us and prove our treading was worth it. And it will be. 

When that moment comes, we won't be wading around our ghosts anymore, we'll be swimming through them. And soon we'll be left with nothing floating atop the water, just an honest soul, stripped to the bones, looking at another naked soul, submerged in the pool of truth. It will be so worth it. 

Water makes us surrender. To give in to the past that floats around us and to dive in to the unknown, with hope that the soul of another will be diving in right along with us. 

Water; for being so simple, is so complex. 
Just like me and just like you.

VOICES

We’ve all got a platform,
That’s what they tell us these days.

Some with millions of followers,
And sharing the brands they wear is all they have to say.

15 years old, with grown- people chasing after their Instagram squares,
Not realizing, only true wisdom comes from life’s gift of aging layers.

What do the teens of our world crave?
That is the motive when revenue is the road to be paved.

We’re painting a picture of abundance in all the wrong ways,
Feeding on the young minds that could bring us better days.

We inundate their minds with violence, travel, cars, and money,
So what they’re searching for might as well be akin to the Easter Bunny.

We build this facade of what life is and will be,
They think if they get that snapshot in a Lambo, there’s nothing left to see.

Instead of people using their voice,
There’s degression and analyzing of the adolescent’s weaker choice.

What will their young, fickle mind choose?
Instead of building them up and guiding them, we push them down like we’ve got nothing to lose.

We isolate them, but distract them by telling them to speak up,
They just keep scrolling, scared of the world they’ll notice if they lift their head up.

If we want change and freedom and love all- around,
We’ve got to get back down to the basics of one another and what we lost needs to be found.

We’ve got to be the ones setting the example and having teens reach for a substantial life,
We’ve got to remind them that all the money and selfies won’t protect them from life’s strife.

We’ve got to teach resilience and how to sit under the trees,
To feel the pages of a book between their fingers and the humbleness acquired when life knocks them to their knees.

They need to know that the hot desert air will cleanse their lungs,
And that submersing into the crisp ocean will momentarily pause the damage that has been done.

They need to know how to reach for the roots of life!

So, instead of using an undeveloped brain to get an extra comma in your bank account,
Please stop and remember the voice you have and what life is really about.

Adolescents need us.
The world needs us.

Let’s give them what they deserve.

Body

I was unaware the curve in my waist,
Would be how others judge my womanhood with such haste.

I didn't know the size of my chest,
Would make you see more of me or less.

Heaven forbid the youthful body turn into a body that's grown,
There'd be less room for your macho seeds to be sewn.

I'm sorry my backside doesn't have more of an arc,
But, it's confusing, because I still hear the male bark. 

Even females have made me feel less-than,
Commenting my body reminds them of adolescence. 

Not knowing the wisdom, scars, and compassion this body of mine holds,
People have missed out on the story and friendship my heart could have told. 

Yes, there's lots of face-value judging,
And lots of lines drawn that need some smudging.

So, I'm standing up for myself, not a minute too soon,
My body is mine and not yours to critique or swoon.

My chest has been sizes A to C,
And in each cup size- it's always been me.

My figures not curvaceous, but straight,
And I indeed do hold a smaller weight.

This doesn't make me lucky or better-than,
But a target for insecure eyes and the body scam.

Stretch marks, let me show you,
Laugh lines, I've got more than a few.

You won't find a set of straight teeth here,
This is a woman who loves herself- something to fear.

My posture- not the best,
My soul is where most my energy invests.

I'm writing this, because you've got it too!
You've got all those insanely, gorgeous, unique things about you.

So, instead of putting meaning on Earth's gravitational pull,
Promise me, you'll feed your soul.

Promise me, you won't judge a woman who doesn't match your size,
But meet her with the community of womanhood in your eyes.

Promise me, you'll let your arms get a tan,
And you'll get your self-love from you- not another woman or man.

Promise me, when you get a compliment you allow yourself to grin and say, "Thank you!"
You don't have to have an excuse or try to skew their view. 

Promise me, you'll laugh loud with all your imperfections,
And take people for their whole-selves, not just their sections.

Promise me, you won't let your children hear you talk poorly about your body,
Let them see a strong human, not in a state of mirror-melancholy.

Promise me, you'll welcome yourself and others with a warm embrace,
And the body your soul resides in is more than just something you get up to face.

Treat yourself tenderly and kind,
Allow yourself and others to shine.

Our bodies are just our shells,
Nourish it and treat it well. 

Treat it well with kind words and loving hands,
Treat it well by visiting new, invigorating lands.

Treat it well by encouraging others,
Treat it well by not comparing- only you are your mother's. 

Treat yourself well and treat other's the same,
Hating our bodies is not our game.

Love yourself- every inch!
The space you take up here, should not make you flinch.

It should make you proud,
Proclaim your spot here, brave and loud!

Take your body back! And your peace of mind,
There are so many better things for us to focus our time. 

You are beautifully you,
And there's no cat-call, rude remark, or stale face that can ever undo,
All that is the beauty of you.