before I forget....

I am barefeet and drums circles. Hammocks under trees. I am stretched out on the lawn watching the boys play. I am flowers in my hair and secondhand clothes. I am vintage and shiny new. I am sometimes an average lake. And sometimes I am barely a wading pond. I am in a skirt... and it's probably pink. My hair smells like campfire if you're lucky. I accessorize with butterfly nets with too large of weave. I like the window open and the covers deep. I would rather own toques than cars. i am women with a good measure of girl thrown in, and I like men to be men with a large portion of boy. I am mango with juices running over fingers and chin and pulp in my teeth.... sweet and not quite ripe... with salt or without. I am tang and spice. Untidy hair and dirt smudged on my cheek with tears in my eyes and a grin on my lips. I am dark chocolate and black coffee. I am fully capable but unwilling. I am insane often, of two minds and one heart. I am sharmilla jade. whether I like it or not