From above

I love the sound of my bracelets crashing

I love remembering cold days meanwhile I feel the burning heat

I love smiling to people on the streets

I love the red tone of my lips after a kiss

I love the brown of my skin after the sun toasted it

I love laugh hurting in my belly

I love the sparkle in my eyes

I love my jungle hair

I love my size fitting everywhere

I love the thick dreads that made themselves on the way

I love touching the keys and the strings

I love closing my eyes and allowing sound to come out of my mouth

I love the ink I’ve traced in my body

I love my hands writing at night

I love my small feet taking me far and high up in the mountains

I love how I appreciate things with my hands together in front of my chest

I love watching me from above

focused doing what I love.