Embracing Single Hood -- Author Unknown
I've been multiplying the days
And adding the years
That my single hood was embraced
With a deep sense of loneliness
And an overwhelming desire
To put it to rest.
But amidst the computations
And calculations,
I've failed to acknowledge that
These days prohibit
Bombarding energies
Belonging to someone else
Like a trespasser outside the fence
That reads "Violators would be prosecuted."
I get to be alone within the walls of me
And glare at the inner parts
Without an intrusive vibration
Knocking at the doors of my silence.
Basically, I get to do me!
Reflect and introspect...
Single hood provides a rhythm
That if embraced can lead to tremendous liberation;
The hairs on my legs are shaven to my knees
Since nobody has to see or rub above that perimeter
I seldom worry about a Brazilian wax
So baby hairs sometimes peep out
The sides of these boy shorts;
I hate thongs and don't have to pretend to like them for anyone.
Cheating is an alien word
In my vocab
And though these lonely blues sing me love songs,
I get to play the strings of my vagina
To my own rhythm
And beat the drums of my heart
To my own sound.Indeed
I get lonely
But single hood also fascinates me
I burn my incenses and drink my herbs
Scream and shout, laugh and cry
Have the toilet seat down every time
And all my time is mine.
So every time I multiply these days
And add the years
That my single hood was embraced
With a deep sense of loneliness
And an overwhelming desire
To put it to rest.
I remind self of all the reasons
Why being single is the shit!
