some days i am pretty
where my wild things seem to bloom
other days i chance the mirror to find
dead sea eyes staring back at me
some days i am a ghost
letting the world take hold and strangle me
other days i am a wolf, howling loudly
with every bit of surety
some days i am high heels
the ones with the red bottoms and straps
other days i am a thesaurus with my
glasses and writing pad
some days i am nature
a rainforest that lives and breathes
other days i am a concrete jungle
moving too fast to simply be
some days i am lonely
that pillow that waits for me to curl up in bed
other days i am a mountain
surrounded by birdsong and evergreen trees
some days i am passion
as my thighs spread beneath of him
other days i am that shy awkward girl
hiding my curves and every other insecurity
some days i am a photograph
a sepia static of time caught in rewind
other days i am the camera
living every kaleidoscope dream
some days i am a train
coasting in structured destination
other days i am messy hair dancing
with the wind
some days i am a unicorn
chasing rainbows bare-back
other days i am a list tacked on the wall
full of chores to be done
some days i am all of these
all of these sides of me
other days i’m just me, trying
just trying to be.
I Like That – Janelle Monae
