Owl Poetry & Prose
She Is
Aug 16, 2016
She is
Her mother’s eyes
Her father’s height
Her mother’s legs
Her grandma’s breasts
She is
Her father’s impatience
Her aunt’s diligence
Her grandma’s literary inheritance
She is
The woman you see
Aggressive you perceive her to be
The loudest laugh
No one’s second, no one’s half
She is
The girl who fears sharks
Whose bite is nothing compared to her barks
She is the sensitive soul
Quiet in spirit, resilient, yet wandering
Lost in a world, hell bent on trying to shape her, trying to mould
She is
Smiling through her tears,
Trying to brush aside her fears
Searching for her true calling
Floundering not drowning, fighting not failing
She is
Yearning for much, longing to be
She is a fiery spirit
She is…
Me
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