Good by old me.
Our relationship has been guns, money by the Tons
and stank lime green weed.
I was a confused eagle who acted like a bee.
Constantly trying to sting, instead of using my beak to eat.
Now I use my eyesight to see my future.
My wings to fly away from my history.
I see me and my family prevailing,
No old me, no penitentiary.
I’m in the heavens, gliding, feeling heavenly.
Old me you were too ugly,
Hate me or love me.
Good by old me.
P.S.
The new me feels lovely.
Sincerely,
The New Me.
(photo credit: Diahndra Grill)
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