God's Plan

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This poem was inspired by Last Words, a poem by Rita Dove.

I don't want to live on a page

Of fiction and bliss

With feet sunk in pink sand 

Comparing Essie's talk to the sand 

I don't want to soak and bathe

In a clawfoot tub, Moroccan rose oil

Floating rose petals, Santal 26 candle burning 

Sipping Angel Champagne, in a daydream 

Some may think this is all too much

Or maybe not enough

This is my Lamborghini

This is my version of a Hermes Kelly

I don't want to tiptoe across cold floors

To feel the sense under bare feet, when manifesting

Monogram floors, in my walk-in closet

In a luxury condo on the 22nd floor

Let my wishes come true, from a vision board

Plant them into my reality, clear the smoke

From blown out candles, let it be gifted to me

By our Father

Now that's a good life.

What nonsense do you speak of my child

I've got greater plans for you

I've written them all down.

Another poem to read: Diamonds