Worth More.

By Sharieka Breeden

Artificial accessories delivered on a doorstep. Visions of success interrupt night rest, so when the sun rises it feels like you haven’t slept.

Foreign policies on homeland. Bills and proposals put into place that we can’t seem to understand.

Rattled, out of place. Working hard to grasp the concepts that are presented to you. Born. Live. Die. The only thing in between it all is living.

We are infatuated with the breaths we take, unconsciously aware of their value. In the seconds where we acknowledge the importance of our existence, we count them as significant.

Memories are created as we live minutes that mean everything. Time is what we have. We are not owed it, but we are granted and awarded it.

Still we allow ourselves to become consumed with a system that counts our value in dollar signs. Limited amounts that decrease our values make it simple for systems to organize and monopolize our lives into meaningless frames where we can’t recognize the significance of our essential selves.

We are worth more than they all credit us for. We are time. We are valuable. In us, are memories worth gripping forever and time that we will never want to let go. Bigger than a system, more important than constraints and limitations that come labeled “In God we Trust.”

Valuable beings. Existing with a purpose. Standing tall, defining important, never letting dollar signs   count you as worthless. Bank accounts, can’t determine your amount, worth of self is defined by what you put out.

Put out genuine mindsets with your creative energy, visions of beauty that you want others to see.  Living in between the phases of our existence, taking away the power from that which is insignificant. We are worth more.