6:30 a.m. on a Tuesday Morning

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You know that feeling when you WANT to go back to sleep, but can't? You ignore that nagging voice in your head that's louder than you'd like it to be that says, "Get up, get up." But I only ignored it once, so I got up. Once thing I've learned the hard way, when my body talks to me I listen. Whatever it says, I do. So I got up, telling myself at least I'll get something done. Which is why I'm typing this to you right now.


Laying It on Straight to My Younger Self

 

 

Flush from your soul the idea that

to survive you have to be a weak sister.

That’s horsefeathers! Trust in all the

brainchilds that come your way.

Embrace the rip-snorter

moments when they arrive.

 

On a regular basis, immerse yourself

in auras of moxie. Natch, you are a

live wire and a queen. Any greenbacks

you get, stash. Hug your Old Lady

every chance you get. You’ll miss her

terribly after she buys the farm.

 

Flip your wig the second someone

disrespects you. Offering up a vast

array of knuckle sandwiches while

giving lip if needed.

Vamoose into other parts of the city.

It’s much larger than the places you know.

 

Connect with your inner bearcat early on.

Become one with her. She’s inside, waiting for you.

 

Ankle away from anyone or anything

that feels like total malarkey.

 

Spend less time being clobbered on

those who aren’t dizzy for you in return.

 

Dig those mellow kicks on your own terms,

unapologetically.

 

Trust in me, I’m layin’ it on you straight.


This poem appears in my third book, "To James & Sarah with Love - Poetry based on slang of the 1920s through 1940s" 

LINK HERE -

Amazon.com: To James & Sarah with Love: Poetry based on slang of 1920's through 1940's: 9798717910118: Luna, Shontay Celinda: Books



I'm all about self-esteem and just being grateful for the little things which are so, so many. This poem is albeit a lyrical demonstration of the much needed but impossible conversation to our younger selves from our older spirits. Up to my early twenties, I was really shy. How shy? That song "Too Shy" by Kajagoogoo (it was the eighties, a decade of super silly band names) could've been written about me. 

The friends I had all approached me first; the crushes I had I longed after from afar. I did confess my adoration to one, who let me down respectfully that he didn't feel the same way. Which, in my mind made me abandon the idea of approaching a guy ever again lol. This poem is my way of completing that often-wished scenario. 

But if I COULD go back, knowing what I know now? Oh, the hell I would raise!

Have a great day, Goddesses!


Amazon.com: Reflections of a Project Girl: 9781511415606: Luna, Shontay: Books


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