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
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
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 ‘.