Margarita

A sugar rimmed margarita on the rocks
Had me traveling down memory lane
Filled with bullshit and lies, laughters and tears
But also reminded me of the many lessons I learned
Reminded me that I am me no matter who I am
with or what is going on around me,
The me I thought I lost with all the
pain yet my Phoenix rises time and time again
I return a polished me but still me!
A me with a sugar rimmed margarita on the rocks!
She is not my favorite  but she will do!
She will do the job of relieving the
stress that this version of me comes with,
She will provide the humor that
becomes necessary to suppress the anger and tears!
Oh Margarita! Oh margarita!
 substitute to so many yet just what I needed tonight!
I reminisce on those innocent moments 

that I wish I could travel back to and warn you maybe even encourage you
Because I realize that the pieces of me that I miss the most

were washed away with the memories but the mold that remains constant,

the me that is and will always be, is the same me that was
Before my sugar rimmed margarita on the rocks!