12:31 p.m.

A walking poem

The forest is the only place where staring out into the unknown excites me instead of frightens me

Trying to remember who taught me how to have a honeysuckle

Or if it was something hood kids just knew how to do

Sucking the sweetness from life, no matter how small

People are so afraid to look at each other

, but we wanna be seen so bad

I love the rhythm of my ponytails against my head

I love the sweet kiss of a soft rain against my cheeks

Poison ivy probably just wants to be called Ivy

, but she also wants to be left alone

It smells like Spring

Spring smells sweet

Spring smells expectant

I hope there will always be a hidden bamboo forest nearby

A Black dragonfly just flew a circle around me

& I don’t know if that means anything

But God sure made it feel like poetry

The beginning.

The album I walked to today was such a pleasant surprise of spoken word from Tank and the Bangas. I couldn’t help but capture a few thoughts of my own while journeying along this path (inward & outward). Here’s one of my favorite tracks from the project. Y’all enjoy ❤️