As I sit back and watch,
A calming truth settles upon me.
Causing the corners of my mouth to tilt ever so slightly towards the sky.
We are not the same.
You with your designer bags and life filled materialistic things.
Constantly strolling through social media trying to keep up with the Kardashians.
Are you happy?
Do you feel some sense of accomplishment as you walk down the street with your nose turned up at those who you feel are beneath you?
My sista, I feel sorry for you.
Most importantly I feel sorry for me.
In the midst of this, I am a Lauryn Hill living in a City Girl world.
And as I sit on this park bench, with my book on Assata Shakur in my hand, and my black obsidian necklace secured around my neck;
I take in all there is to you as you walk by and feel content with saying,
We are not the same, but when you awaken
I’ll be here to welcome you.