To Be Human
To be a mess, but a glorious mess.
Some days I believe in God...
other days I forget how to pray
some days I wake up dancing to some loud afro beats
other days I wake up to some blues to cure my blues
some days I want to be around people
other days I dread their existence
some days I want darkness, pitch black, lights off
other days I want color, bright lipstick, yellow dress and lights on
some days I want love, a kiss, a hug, cuddle, flirt, endless texts back and forth
other days I hate love... never getting married, never living that life
some days I want to dance: hop from club to club, dance till I can freely miss the gym for the next three days
other days I can't do fun, feels exhausting, too many people, too many drunk ones, terrible music anyway...
some days I feel beautiful, skin glowing, hair winning, just flourishing
other days mirrors are covered, skin is hidden, hair is neglected, just not happening
some days I feel poetic, artistic, inspired...
other days I loose the fire...
some days everything is funny
other days everything is annoying
some days Chance comes through as the Rapper
other days he just comes through as Bennet
some days I can be optimistic
other days I can be pessimistic...more like realistic
some days feel way too long
others days feel way too short
some days I feel loved
other days I feel neglected
some days I feel brave
other days I hide in my cave
some days I feel
other days I numb...everything
Some days I am human
other days I forget that I am
but this is it, this is to be human...
to be human is to be whole
to be human is to be broken
to be human is to be a mess
to be human is to be glorious
to be human is to feel
to be human is to cry
to be human is to laugh
to be human is to wonder
to be human is to hurt
to be human is to heal
to be human is to forgive
to be human is to love
to be human is to hate
to be human is to fight
to be human is to loose
to be human is to win
to be human is to survive
to be human is to pray
to be human is to praise
to be human is to hope
to be human is to strive
to be human is to live
to be human is to be...
So, if anyone tells you that your problem is that you love too much, give too much, trust too much, share too much...look them in the eye and ask them how else you are supposed to be human.
About the Creator
Winnie Rugamba
Searching for Home...meanwhile I write.
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