Taking on the World

It’s one of those days when I wake up and know that the world is in the small of my hand.  The strength in my mind is only withstood by the steady flow of my heart; and given these two, I can take on anything.

What was once the weight of a heavy life has now lifted like a gathering of balloons that slowly pulls me up, feet no longer touching the ground, and the magic that is me can be seen by those that are down below. But keep on watching and you’ll strain your neck. It will take all your will to bend your head back far enough to see the altitude that I’ve gained.

With a shake of my head I dismiss the notions you misinformed masses spit from your mouths. The silly rants of those young minded men and the jealous looks from women, alike, will all lay by the wayside as I quickly pass by. Give your judgmental stares and beam upon me and I will bring you to burn by the waves of energy that flow from the pores of my skin. It may be best to look away if you haven’t prepared for me.

  The tainted words of the lovers that once were are shrieking to my ears. The pleading of the ones who still want to be puts a smirk upon my face. And, of course, the smack that comes out of your mouths sounds good for a minute or two. But you have to maintain, don’t blow all your game with the first few things you say. Don’t you know how this goes down?

I love the gasps that come when I lay down the line and tell you it’s all my way.  I know what I want and where it’s found; and it won’t take the spreading of my legs to find what it is I need. If the flow of the words coming from my mouth doesn’t turn you on, then beat the path to somewhere else, no time for settling here. And if you are a chosen one then I’ll let you share my space. But don’t try to swallow all of me, you’ll only choke if you do. Slow your roll and take it in and you just might last awhile.

This isn’t a beating down of your souls; it’s the lifting up of mine. I’m no longer a slave to your kind, because, baby, two can play that game. The wisdom and strength to do what I can has been bought through painful lives, and now is not the time to be a victim to you prey. So when you glance upon me and see a thing that you think is to be tamed, wipe the layer of fantasy from your eyes and see what’s really here. I’ll chew you up and spit you out, before the first word slips off your tongue. I know the taste of nastiness, and I will throw you far away.

So, come and go, or ride along, this sport is sure to please. But remember when you join what I said before, the world is in my hands.