For the girl who wanted to wear sneakers with her formal dress,
The boy who wanted to be a nurse,
The only black student holding a scalpel in anatomy, expected to be “lucky” for getting admitted,
The parent who had to work an extra shift, to pull enough for grocery,
The student who had to stay behind to copy a $350 textbook that is useless after one semester,
The believers who remain optimistic in the face of obstacle,
For every soul who have known struggle,
No matter how you define it,
Write your story as YOU see fit.
You are inspiring a generation,
A future unlike any other.
Woke up this morning, and after two days of staying indoors, I had to get out today. (Well I have to be at work, so that will require my “staycation” to be over). The snow was depressing and as I waited for my ride, I started dreaming of what summer would feel like right now.
Here is my impromptu ode to summer 🌞🌻🌴
Ode to Summer 2017
I’m absolutely imagining what the summer sun will feel like on my skin,
How my feet will be happy to step into some open toe sandals,
How I’d wear a romper and grab a light jacket for that full blast NYC bus AC,
How I’d quickly wipe down the sweat running along my laid baby hair as I wait for the S52 bus,
How the salty cool ocean breeze will blow around me as I frolic in my bathing suit,
How the mango flavored Popsicle will taste as I kick up my leg and read as the sun goes down,
How the girls and I will gather after a full meal of BBQ & Jerk chicken and play cards,
How much I’m missing you, summer. I’m anxiously awaiting your return