Fine (2009)

September 3rd this year I will turn 40
40
Strands of gray at my temples
Junk in my trunk only a grown woman can carry
40

Didn't know I could love me more
I do
This me
This right now me
Moving slower
On purpose (mostly)

Layers falling off
Soul showin
Finally grown enough to not like you
If I don't feel like it
Spirit enough to know that you are only an extension of myself
And to give us both a chance

I have nothing to prove to you, world
There is no where to make it to
There is nothing to get
Only everything to give
I have it all