Pecuilar

Peculiar

 

I miss being weird

Looking in the mirror and see myself with orange skirt blue tops and purple hair confidence that invaded any room

I made people wonder what made me feel so cute

and I didn't really care if you approved of my outfit or my thoughts and my walk

I had an oblivious looks to societies rules and didn't go out of my way to rebel but was glad that I never really fit in

I missed being so peculiar that guys couldn’t figure out why my pure presence brought them to a stop and made other girls jealous  

I am by no means 36 24 36 but the presence of God  made me a showstopper and I never had a desire to be the Beyoncé of the room I was out with more enthralled with the Janelle Mona's who knew they were special

I miss being a dreamer filling my conquer and like the world was still my oyster

 I miss having goals, dancing freely in the park, being a teenager in every club at school and be exposed to many diversities and cultures

I fought so hard to get to the next level of life and now I have achieved it and stop living

now only existing with no real things to show over these years of change

 ever year  still stay the same and complain about being so bored  but two programmed by society to be proud to be weird

And then the funny thing is both of my kids are super weirdos

I love them harder every day

 laugh at the irony of when people say where did you get these kids from

and I laugh to myself  like if you only knew how I used to be an impromptu who jumped to any beat  that’s  how I made my husband's heart melt

Gods  pulled me in such a direction I can't even interpret where I'm going

but I know for sure what I don't want to be

and normal just aint cut out for me

so I'm daring to be different

 going back to my weird with my orange hair crop pants not so safe shirt will walk to the park and have breakfast for dinner

Believing that God will make it happen overnight not waiting for return of eternity to start living