friday friday…

That morning when you try to cram too much into it and you rush out the house to catch the train because you can’t be late for a meeting but your pants are not all the way up, didn’t properly fall into your bra so the girls feel neglected and unpositioned, socks scrunched, shoes barely on, too much moisturizer cos you just slapped it on your face recklessly, no earrings, no lip conditioning….and you’re feeling a mess and you get on the train platform and everyone else looks put together and you look real real real cray, even by your eccentric and artsy-standards. And the sista next to you looking all cute with her natural hair in a french roll and her earthy cool sunglasses, though it’s really not sunny, and she has her water canteen and her lunch bag, and you remember that you’ve forgotten your nourishment and hydration….and then you do a mental inventory “did I leave anything else.”  Then the train comes and you get on, still discombobulated and then you sit and look out the window at the sky and say, “Thank you for reminding me to put on deodorant and to go  back to grab my phone .” And a few more minutes pass, still looking at the sky, you say, “Help me so that I don’t jam pack my mornings like this.”

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