Body, Mind, Spirit, with a sprinkle of Life

 

Some think i was a naturally born big, that is not true,

There is no such things as, Big boned, leftover baby fat, a little bit on the heavy side,

My Fat, is just Fat, and i am not ashamed, i am over excited about it.

This is, Never leaving an empty plate fat, taking all candy i can get fat,

Eating family leftovers so we can get dessert, Going outside to pick oranges with no shirt,

Have a late night snack or two or three, making randoms meals out of scraps in a fridge,

Being able to swim in a pool with icy water, walking in the rain with shorts, and shirt,

That is story behind the fat that i carry,

 

Some may ask me, what is the max i can bench, but i do not lift weights,

The muscle that is covered behind this body, was created through a beautiful struggle,

Lifting heavy boxes around the houses, packing and carrying things to the U-Haul trucks

Moving mom big plants that she can not carry in her garden, pulling out garbage cans to the curb,

Getting into fights with your older siblings, wrestling them, moving furniture around the house,

Pushing cars from down the block to the house, carries groceries bags on your arms,

Making Kool Aid in a bottle and shaking it until the sugar is gone, so you can be a taste tester.

Dragging your siblings round in covers in your house, carrying a tv from one room to another,

That is how my muscles were born,.

 

Some will tell me, i have that good black hair,

The type that older folks would ask what are you doing with it, or demand for it,

The wake up in the morning and just add water to make it appear curly type hair,

Always being told that you are tender headed, given two options braid it or cut it,

Having your mom put 20 different leave in conditioners, and vaseline, with a little spit,

Can’t run your hands through without being caught, find rocks and different type of bugs,

Getting caught on loose wires, can’t wear any hats or beanies, because of the quantity,

Keeping your ears warm during the cold windy days, and shaded through the hot summers,

Breaking and destroying every little comb and brush who dares to try and tame,

That is the hair supposed to be that good black hair.

 

At the end of the day, when the sun goes on vacation, and the moon substitutes in its place,

There is one thing that will that will not be questioned, or stated by others.

That i am an individual, i am supposed to be a human being, but will argue differently,

I do not look like the next person before or after me, just a plain creature,

Who has the a …., …., …., and a sprinkle of …., Four, four letter words,