Travlin' Light

Interacting with my parents now is amazingly refreshing. All three of us are adults, with our own bills, beliefs, God we pray to, and the only thing we have in common is my childhood. They wonder the road they paved. I laugh knowing my detours along the way. My sister looked so pretty in her prom dress. I changed my outfit because momma asked me to, before she asked me to clean the kitchen, change the curtain rods, catch the cat and hold him hostage in the basement, set a table, find some gospel music to play in the house.

DISCLAIMER: "GOD IS LOVE" BY MARVIN GAYE AND "JESUS IS WAITING" BY AL GREEN IS NOT GOSPEL!!!!

or so they say...my spirit grew weary of singing like a slave years ago, especially after finding freedom from religious bondage. 

I danced when no one was dancing. I jumped and marveled at being a few feet closer to the sun, to God. I laughed when no one understood what was funny, didn't I know I was going to hell for wearing high waisted girl pants? 

We've both grown together, separately. He was the first male to find me attractive at fifteen, and I'm jealous he took the virginity... and perturbed I didn't give him others. I know he wold leave me with a bad hairstyle, twenty unnecessary pounds, poor credit, but I want to KNOW!

We've both grown together, separately. She has a boyfriend now, and walks around with a Parallel Bible. She secretly wants my approval. I now give it freely.