Sweet Sixteen

Being Sweet Sixteen
So, naive with all the young inspiring dreams
Some were outrageous, yet realistic as it may have seemed
I wanted to be a teacher, an actress, a flight attendant, a dancer
Model at best, a fortune teller to know all of life answers

Unfortunately, my great grandmother being of a lineage Mambo and healer in Haiti
Somehow nursing was foretold to be the essence of my creed and to accept all its healing amenities

A profession without debate was decided for me, sometimes I try to escape it and just flee
Until I see an ill being walking on the mean streets in need
Why couldn’t my French Haitian ancestors have been self-made millionaires
Then I would have been living on royal air

As much as my Haitian ancestors used berry juice mixed with herbs on the village women’s skin and hair
We could have made a fortune I declare

If I had one wish to be as I wanted, I would have been a scientist
A beautiful acclamation within my hands to discover such wondrous gifts
My creations to give the general world population an uplift
Pending patents still waiting on the CDC and FDA wish lists

Sweet Sixteen
Youth, aspirations, vitality, non-judgments to be mean
School crushes, puppy love, umm...discovery of pimpled face boys
Their scribbled love letters was my greatest joy
Mark the box yes Mark the box no
Wow, such sweet memories one would reap as they beautifully sow

School Choirs, singing songs
Proms, graduation, and then the yesteryears were gone
As the writer in me, which developed at a very young age
Theatrical plays in college was once a pleasure of mine on stage

Pretending with words of inspiration
Writing now of its sweetest interpretation
Some would say, my mind tends to wander to another time, another place, comforts of its oblivion
The secrets to traveling astral plane to another dominion

Time Machine
Open the door, so I could be sweet sixteen once again
From there, allow my life dance to truly begin