Today is National Poetry Day! I actually had no clue until #NationalPoetryDay rolled through my Instagram feed.
Yo.
Once I saw the tag, I decided to go through some archives and put up a few tangents of mine. Let me tell you this, when you’re a Poet, to go back through FIVE YEARS of poetry? It ain’t easy.
Essentially, I went through both of my divorces again, a few other encounters of loserville… and then some really stunning work. Pieces I’m proud of, things I had forgotten about.
That made me feel empowered. My first husband, the one I was actually married to for nearly a decade opposed to a month – he tossed off my game for a minute. Not because I miss him terribly, because he really stripped me of a sense of self worth for a few years. Nothing was good enough. I was never going to get published. There was no way we were going to get to New York City.
And even though I have done every single thing that son of bitch said I wouldn’t, I’m still sad some days that I let him alter my head that way.
I’m usually fairly headstrong.
Never the less, after I was done strutting through my archives of lifehood – it was time for dance class. A hip hop class across the street.
The best part of class was the warm up, and that’s because it’s the first time I heard Ariana Grande. That’s right blog family, my deliberately shetlered ass missed a super pop song that’s really famous – again. And you know I fancy a good pop song.
THIS IS THE PART WHEN I SAY I DON’T WANT YOU. I’M STRONGER THAN I’VE BEEN BEFORE.
HAPPY NATIONAL POETRY DAY LOVERS!!