Becoming Happiness

There's the family that I was born with

Then the family that I chose.

There's the time when I chased the stray leaf

fallen from the old autumn tree, just to see where it goes.

Then I got the urge to scribble the letters J & U

Into a freshly poured concrete pavement

Just to watch a Palestinian man draw graffiti

Air brushing the story of his enslavement

Stoppin' to smell the coffee, the caramel latte' to be

Exact.

Just turning the world's opinions off by pressing mute, living by the-

Facts.

Playing peek-a-boo with the next door neighbor

That's only sixty five years young

& just when I was about to curse that racist bastard out

Well I held my viscous tongue.

And well, instead of picking flowers from my neighbor's garden

to enjoy all alone.

I decided to sprinkle some seeds into the moist brown soil

and to give him credit for what I've grown.

While I'm at it I want to slap some confidence into that girl

with the skirt a foot long too short

I want her to be convinced that she's beautiful

& give her the assurance that, I'll always give her support!

I want to call the boy that can't add numbers and letters together-

smart.

Just because your not good at something doesn't mean your dumb

You just have own your, part.

I want to tell that single mother that your not alone

Your experiences I envy because without them you would have never

emotionally, physically or mentally have grown!

To that little girl that's blind believe me my child

There are times in which I dream not to see

the fallen soldier, blood the color of red and the world hating me

I can't wait to see the Kardashians once they hit their prime

Once worth millions, but cameras on someone else

Hah, I'll fathom you a dime. Heck, why did I even include them in my rhyme?

I want to watch Lassy eat the bubbles that I blow

Across the orange sky

& I want to sing in the shower and imagine myself on the broadest stage

Erasing every mistake and lie

I want to be told the truth, sold the truth, be the truth that I'm told.

I want to watch history unfold.

I want to eat Zepole and not pat the extra powdered sugar off my sweet lips

remember when your tongue turned blue and pink

From the funky colored candy that we'd grip, drip and dip

I want to ride something real fast and have the air hit the back of my neck

with my hair swaying like the window shield wipers on a rainy day.

Rain, washes away all my moments of loneliness and memories of pain.

I want to get a smile from the bank teller and a wave from my mailman

I want to look forward to the alarm ring for the day I have ahead and not

Push the snooze button and hit back the to bed

I want to be entwined in vessels of Japanese blossoms with the scent of

French Vanilla

Silky dress, Stilettos, sure thing I'm a killa.

I want to be carried in front of people, a lot of people and

twirled around and around like a merry go round

I want to get a foot rub after a long rough day

And even if your day was just as rough as mine

at least let me complain and I don't care what you say!

Make me happy by doing the things that are small

that can't fit into a Tiffany box but have room in my heart

Always know that with every finish there is new start

making my magical world

A dream come true

every change every outcome

always starts with you.