I got carded going into a jazz club in New Orleans two nights ago. I was the last to enter, in our group. The lady bouncer sized me up and down and I smiled as if to reassure her that it was me.
After another go around, "checking me out", she asked for a credit card. There was no cover so I knew she was looking for confirmation that I was indeed who my identification card said I was - I handed her my debit card. She verified and let me in.
if straight black hair to curly red hair threw off my otherwise unchanging features so much, I can only imagine how my soul feels to those who knew me prior to my metamorphosis.
Peace to the confused, may enlightenment be yours.
-"I recall your soul had a taste like"; K.E
Kimolee Eryn is an artist and writer who believes in creating for a purpose beyond the purpose of creating. She believes that a life should be lived not just to sustain itself but to cultivate peace, love and growth in all adjacent beings and hopes to exemplify that in all she does.