Some folk say I speak too much

I say that’s rich.

I’m not even 40 years old & my bones are crumbling

Hind sights a bitch

Hell – a sight so unappealing

it brings me out in an itch

A rash of nervous eczema.

Today is my first adventure

with my partial denture

Like life, it’s only temporary

at least I’m not doing time in a state penitentiary

I can’t speak

this foreign object prevents me from talking

properly

The older I get I realise how naive I was to forget

that my mind is my greatest asset

Body, I love you

Looks? you’ll do

I’m yet to find perfection

I’ve almost given up on the pursuit of it

boohoo

What is beauty?

Judge we do under a unique hue.

Age has its wicked way with us all eventually

I’ll never let go of my character to laugh, be stubborn

go against all adversity

No, I  still won’t conform

The shy girl will not come out to perform

Inside my pride has been wrenched out of me

And I laugh at the old me

I laugh cos we are so beautiful

We just can’t see what others never fail to see.

You starring yourself

titled  ‘back in reality ‘.