I made a decision this morning that even at my lowest I’m a gem.
The reality of being a woman, maybe more so than being human, is on my morning run I would prefer to listen to the sounds of my environment
But I feel safer listening to music and becoming solid in my aloneness, my breath, the hard slap of my heels on the concrete
Than listen to the horns
The hoots
The hollers
I would rather match my pace to some trap
Than feel the slow creep of you hiding behind your tint
There are so many strong qualities about this queen besides the power in my step
I ain’t here for window shopping
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