Me being just me

Am a bit old school,
I like old classical hits,-
Khakis and vintage fabrics,
Am into ancient furniture,-
Cups that come in with saucepans and kettles,
Patterned marts and canvas paints –
I like my belt rugged and slender,
I groove better in slow beats like salsa, forro and ballads,
Satins, dolly shoes and ponytails drive me crazy,
Pearls, pocketed skirts prove me oldskool.

I like my coffee black,
My eggs scrambled,
I do my laundry by colors,
Am into hangers, wooden boxes, candles, lampshades, radio cassettes,-
Beaded bracelets and necklaces,
I like my shoes round tipped.
My tie slightly above the belt.
Walks, sunsets & late nights.
I always remember safety belts.

I like my answers Yes/No,
My mood sober,
I do my conversations closed,
My introverted sides come out extroverted,
My love line stays grafted,
I like my wounds salted before iodined,
My T-shirts collared,
My trousers hemmed,
My buttons doubled,
My shirts Chinese.
Am earthly.

Am into handshakes and limited hugs,
Undiluted gospel of the old rugged cross.

Am into love before beauty,
Beauty before make-up,
Make-up before self-esteem.
Am into love & life,
Poetry, literature and diaries.
Spoke words & written word.
Am into it all.
And all into me.

Am just me,
I don’t try to be old school,
Maybe my old-school style comes out as “Me” being just “Me”
Yours Truly.
🤍🪶