I’m a girl.
I’m a whirl,
And A swirl.
A wind.
A blend.
I mend.
And I bend…
Of the reeds,
I need,
I bleed,
I bead….
And I mend,
As I Pen.
A little hippy.
A little cheeky.
Even squeaky,
Sometimes when I laugh.
I’ll cry,
Be dramatic,
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while I create it.
I’ll dye again,
Freak out again,
Think I’m here
While I'm there,
and then…
I’ll breathe.
Hear a breeze….
Be Week in my knees…
And I’ll breathe.
A joke right there.
from outta the know-where.
A mum, and a hum,
Then a giggling tone.
Was that a worry?
Didn’t think I had One?
I’m a jeweler,
I need a Ruler,
To keep my measure,
Is such a pleasure.
Gemstones,
My sparkles’n’bling,
Bending wire,
Makes my heart sing.
I’m a Nerd,
And a flirt,
I’m a gardner,
Hands in the dirt.
Small tomatoes…
Fruit of the Earth.
For what’s it all worth.
I love first,
everything.
I have no doubt.
But if so,
I just shout,
When I pout
and I cry it all out.
And deep inside….
I don’t know her name,
Lives a warrior girl,
Who lives without shame.
Two eyez like flame.
And.
~The journey started…
A Long Time Ago.
… and You?
2 comments:
Awesome poem. A warrior girl, searching, for self. Thanks for sharing.
I like this!
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