parts of me

I like to hold the air,

Spread my fingers to feel the stretch of time...

I'm in motion 

My purpose is movement...

Take myself to the edges of my soul

Feel every bone, every muscle - every single strand of hair that occupies my skin 

I like to be one with the wind...

Floating - levitating,

Suspended in this space of vastness

I like to articulate my thoughts, 

Give life and artistic expression through my words

I'm a child of God - of course I have a profound relationship with speech

It's the sole reason life exists ...

So every part of me - my mind, tongue and fingers, down to my nails strive to speak

I tell my own story...

I embody the artistry that is me and my life experiences 

I do my best to reflect this through the art of words

I like to show off,

I've never been one to downplay and shy off being gorgeous 

There's this thing about beauty...

It's subtle yet again all up in your face,

It's like the wind,

It's fleeting - a moment passing in time,

So all I try to do is embrace it

Spread my fingers and feel the vastness of self with each word I say.