Last Night at the Gallery

I felt GOOD in my OWN skin that night
It was nice to not have to pull and tug and worry on account of my own insecurities
Felt like I was walking in new silk pajamas that happened to by my shade of brown...
I didn't have to be Mocha or Sasha or any other dame
That evening I had the privilege of bearing my own name
Hung around my neck proudly like a brown sugar diamond
That sparkled every time I smiled
As I mingled amongst the crowd, slowly sipping Chardonnay
I, celebrity for a day
Allowed myself to be myself fro the very first time in years
Saw my reflection in the mirror, told her thank you
And she winked back