XXI.

and here I am,

with my bags of hope, my seething sack of lessons and my bursting basket of feels.

all of my seasons of becoming have brought me,

to this here point of no return nor refunds.

at this time and at this place,

with this beauty of a black skin twenty-one years thick,

eyes but a twenty-one year wonder,

a gleaming twenty-one year smile,

every inch and ounce of me nothing short of a precious stone.

these bones,

none here to be picked, it must be known

have been carving this twenty-one year old man out of me.


dear God, dear Universe, dear stars, dear trees, dear sky, dear people, dear everything.... 

i am here.

- xxi