What is the gift

the gift of my life

growing up each thing I did well was enlisted as a gift that would bring in money

My gift is not spelling. There are so many elegant words that I want to use but can’t cuz, like my mom said, I’m too lazy to look it up in a dictionary

My gift is children

feeling their wounded broken down heart

and the thing that sparks their joy

but I hate teaching

I hate being in a position that forces you to know all the answers or asking for help means guess you ain’t so smart; which many teachers aren’t

My gift isn’t holding my tougue after stubborn mule gets poked

and that a Taurus Mars makes impossible to let off steam before explosion…..and systems don’t lend to a positive outcome

My gift is poetry, performing and forming ideas into something that gives a bit of personal and a slice of universal with edge and healing.

My gift isn’t organizing my time to get money or overcome the trauma flashbacks that thought I would be better had I been given the love

unconditional

but

my gift is in letting the self know that growth is all there is

and feeling is the fertilizer…