I envy snakes

because they can shed their skin.
and thats what they do.
they shed wat they look like
where they've been
their scars.
the dirt theyve picked up along the way
and they dont miss it
they dont fight it
they just
let
it
go.

i wish i was a snake.
i wish i could shed all my memories, where ive been, who i've been with.
and not care.
sometimes i just wanna start over. push the reset button.
but not like go back in time. just to
have a differnt now.
to be able to complete relocate, not have my past follow me
love all new people, hate all new people
and be defined by all different sterotypes and foolish expectations
to be talked about in a different language
to have my heart broken by a different asshole
to go sumwhere and people judge me by a whole different appreance
to be sick of all different foods

but still be imani.
the boastful
dramatic
eccentric
passionate
brash
warm-hearted
imani.
is that too much to ask?
the snake is still the snake...
and he as not grown new skin,
just got rid of the old.

dont u want to go?
to just shed your skin.
and b over it.
not miss it
and never look back.


i'm ready to shed this skin
to go.
and start over.
but my past will always haunt me.
my memories will always anchor me to my reality.
and love will keep me here.
in this skin.