Genesis.
Been a “new year, new me” babe forever.
And ever.
Think I remember saying that here last year?
Told you.
Constantly re-imagining myself
Imagining these re-imaginings.
Oof
New being after new being.
Sexy, shiny
Funny and lovely.
Wow.
Look at her,
Over there.
I say
As me,
Over here.
She,
Too far to touch,
Is close enough to smell.
A me in almost.
Shiny, glittery gold.
A she I hold,
With better hands.
She wakes up at 5am apparently -
Weekdays only she says because “abeg”
She’s funny
I knew it.
I chuckle
Like her.
I ask her from whence she comes.
She says, she entered the new year limping -
As the only her that had a say.
Her gaze does not depart,
From me.
She worships me, like I worship her.
She says:
You.
The old me of now.
You.
Animate my tongue.
The you built of shiny me’s -
Must be worthy of worship.
Before I exist.
Thus, I exist
To expose you.
If you see me,
You have seen yourself.
To desire, is to deem yourself worthy.
Rah.
I knew it.
I chuckle,
Like her.
I may have finally learnt.
The future is a child
That I must mother
From over here.
Wow.
This limping me.
Born of all the me’s that have been -
Is all the me, that can be.
Wow.
A gentle genesis, is 2026.
This dusty, shiny, new me of old.
Is both mother and child.
Worthy.
Happy New Year beautiful person.
May all you are be known to you.
God bless.
Wow.
lexxxxxxxx. you do it every time. grateful for you 🩶
"The future is a child
That I must mother"
Bless you Lex. HNY and we're winning still