The whole 14 months I dated this last "wankster", I kept thinking to myself "You can't have my Prime." That's so jacked up to be thinking that when you are supposed to be cultivating love but that's what it was. My Prime, and yes I do mean to capitalize it, is the best of me, my time and energy, the inside and out beauty of me, the residual from being in my glorious, ethereal presence, lol, but I'm serious as a mf''a. Naw, mane....you can't have It. You can't tote me around with your unresolved junk which conjures up the mental image of Fred Sanford's pickup truck and the frontyard of his delapidated house. Nope, you can't have my Prime. Some people refer to their Prime as that very brief time in their 20's when they had the body, some ambition and the slick talk. My Prime continues and I'm not giving it away or allowing free rides on the coattails of it. You go 'head and stay over there with your self imposed limitations and tethers and tie-downs. Me and my Prime will be elsewhere doing what we so choose when we so choose to...that's how we roll.
My Prime is so important to me. The part of it that's ego driven is so miniscule but the part that is grounded, spiritual and knowing of its worth...that's the part that I coddle and nurture. There are aspects of My Prime that I've shared with other people and I can't get back: my time, my energy, the extending of myself to help others. But I trust that in those instances, they needed more of me than I did of them and I was the vessel. I can live with that. We all have our Prime. And I hope, for myself included, that we choose wisely with whom we share it.
