I woke up this morning like—
So the sun showed up again,
Just to remind me: you are still the occasion.
And I said, well, of course,
because my ancestors have been anointing this path
since before my first cry kissed the wind.
They whispered, Walk, baby—your steps are sacred.
They dabbed my third eye with moonlight and honey,
and said, See beyond the noise,
You got this.
And I believed them—
Because love like that doesn’t lie.
So I brewed my coffee with gratitude,
stirred in a little boldness,
and a dash of I-am-the-moment energy.
Walked past my reflection,
and she smiled like,
Oh, we’re glowing for real today.
I laughed,
tossed my curls like confetti,
and thought, if Vogue called, I’d already be dressed.
Elle could barely handle this radiance.
And Oprah? She’d say, You’re what evolution looks like when it remembers joy.
Every move I make feels like a praise dance—
grace on beat, purpose in rhythm.
Even my shadow got hips now.
Because when your ancestors hype you up from the other side,
You don’t just walk—you glide.
I talk to my dreams like they’re old friends.
Say, thank you for waiting on me,
I was just catching up to my brilliance.
And they laugh,
because they know the truth—
I was never behind; I was just aligning.
So today,
I celebrate. Again.
Because my becoming deserves a soundtrack—
one that hums yes, you did this,
and echoes love you, always.
Every breath is a blessing.
Every blink, a miracle.
And every step I take—
is a thank-you to the ones
who made sure I’d never forget:
I am the celebration.
I am the offering.
I am the answered prayer.
And baby—
I got this–
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