curiosity

your brain 

can i pick it? 

can i pick out the mold 

rotten thoughts and soliloquies never told 

Play the music that calms you 

stimulating the crevices of your temple 

Find your Lauryn Hill & Etta James 

can i wipe away those so-called imperfections 

only you claim you hold 

But how can you ever question God’s gift? 

can i speak to it? 

Remind it of its beauty 

3 times a day 

When you rise. 

Right when the sun kisses the right side of your face through the window pane 

When you Pray. 

Reiterating the message of the Lord. 

 And when the moon softens the furrow of your brow when you close your eyes to sleep at night. 

Can I ask? 

What’s your favorite day of the week? 

What are your aspirations? 

Your brain

can I pick it?

Take it home 

Tell it is worthy of love 

Picked and cupped in my hands 

Watered by intellect 

Do you trust me with it?