6 years ago she told me i was like the bag lady in Badu’s song. carrying too much weight on my back not knowing what direction to take; what identity to claim; what path was mine.
today as i danced, bobbed my head, moved my shoulders up and down and to each side…i noticed how courageous i felt.
where were my bags at that moment? where had i lay them down? how long had it been since i last carried them? did i not notice when they slipped off my skin? what bags remain to be looked through, sorted out, let go?
i can try and go back through memories but tonight i will just let it be. no need for more escarvando, at least not tonight.