To myself because no one else should read this
On the 28th of February I sit in biology
As we study the photosynthesis and plantae I think back to when I used to play in my Mother’s garden as a child
Back then I shared a mindset with Janelle Monae, being that I gave none of my attention to what other people thought of me
And what did I wear as a four year old gardening?
Utterly nothing and everything at the same time
later when we’d go to the store I’d beg my mother for a loaf of wonder bread, she’d refuse my wishes
I could only dream of non wheat bread, fruit roll ups, and chocolate milk
Oh how I adored the silky smooth feel of whole milk!
But these were only hopes and dreams thanks to Oprah and all the other diet enthusiasts of the 2000’s
Sometimes I’d sit at my bedroom window and watch my neighbors through the blinds
I knew many secrets, like how Stan would sneak into Julie’s backyard and steal her plump and prettiest tomatoes
What a crime
All of these thoughts and memories tear through my mind like a blizzard in Georgia
They rarely stay put
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