i am — b
for my be
a young lady on a journey,
trying to seek self-clarity.

My daddy told me,
be clear about your intentions,
be careful not to lose direction.
“But baby, I am here for your protection.”

My mother told me,
marriage is not about celebration or a diamond ring,
but about mundane things—even when you’re crying,
you still have to keep going.

My bestie spilled some tea
about the guys in her reality.
Person A, the first person to say her “Hi,”
but then the first one to say goodbye.

Person B: “You’re not gonna believe what I see,”
she says—he’s a jerk in the industry.

Person C is the perfect harmony for her melody,
but her mother doesn’t agree.
She says, “He doesn’t come from money.”

Then she turns to me, “What about you, bestie?”
Well…
I’m not really looking for someone,
but I am waiting for the one.

Then she just pinches my cheek,
with her eyes staring deep,
“How you gonna get the one,
if you’re not looking for someone?”

And I say,
“I know someday,
God’s gonna make me feel
I’ve won.”

’cause I am — be
I learn from my history,
I don’t need therapy.

word after word,
line after line,
I learn from time to time,
which one is the perfect E
for the B.