contemplating today,
tomorrow,
yesterday's dreams
Nah!
I aint got
no time
anymore
to wallow in the mist of my sorrows
and sing that story
of that time, place or space
with or without you

no time
to be reminiscing
of all that was,
could of should have been
ripping against the very fabric
of who i really am
daughter of my mother's womb
she, 
me
strong, independent, determined
and 
loving
in the only way i know how to love
fiercely
always continually daring to be me
(yeah! im back from that hiatus)

No time
to think any more about
how you and who or whomever
view me
for without having read the autobiography
of my life's leson
how could you, they, or what's his name
sit in judgment of me?

it matters not
what you, they or whoever thinks of me
for i am a true Sista woman
uncloaked.