sometimes I remember I’m just a little speck of light

I think it’s pretty simple.
As simple as the sun sets
or rises
And comes back without a wrinkle.
It may be that simple.
Like snow being slippery
wet, chilly
But we love it like a mystery.
Perhaps like tea or bread
like heartbeats
or breath.

Maybe as simple as the hair on my head
slick
and thick
but it’s always well done, like a trick
Before a shower, it looks great
after a jog or when I flirt
as simple as it’s neat.
These strands they don’t need
reminding or medicine
a cold or a heat
They just shine
very brightly.

I think it’s pretty simple
to own your own freedom.
To be one with your queendom.
To be one.
To be.