We Are Made Of Star Stuff

We Are Made Of Star Stuff

Carl Sagan got it right,

It’s just that it gets buried

From everyday shit

That pile on and on

You know what I mean,

The baby born before high school graduation,

The welfare and food stamps used with head held high,

The HPD husband who fooled around

And even wanted me to meet his current flame,

Never mind the skipped lunches at my first job

Because I could not pay for those,

Never mind the exact moment when or why

I rose above this muck with gratitude

For who and where I am

Today, I strut my star stuff.