By: JANA GREENE
Girl, you leave that neck alone,
Did somebody tell you
before you were grown,
That our necks get crepey when we’re older,
That we lose our shine,
That we lose our smolder?
Did they warn you about the cellulite?
Did they tell you it would be a fight
To keep your value as you age?
Psh, girl..
You turn that page.
Girl, you hold your head up high,
You’ve worked a lifetime
Getting by,
“We’re getting old!”
We bitch and moan,
We gotta leave that
negative self-talk alone.
Be kind to yourself
About the lines on your face.
That body spawned humanity,
Show it of a little grace!
They don’t get to dictate
How our lives are spent,
Asking if the best has passed,
And where our beauty went.
Embrace the white hair
Don’t run from it far,
It crowns you like
The queen you are,
And know your value
Show yourself love.
Your newfound confidence
It fits like a glove!
Wear bright colors,
Grow your hair,
Dance to music,
If you dare,
And rest in knowledge
That all along,
The things that gave you wrinkles
Have also made you strong.
Musings of a Gypsy Soul 