This girl

by More   Jul 10, 2004


She's picking up sticks and stone,
playing mommy and daddy.
with her long wavy black hair,
she's running down a path of happiness.

she had baby rabbits in her arms,
butterflies dancing around her,
a laughter took place of her smile,
and the world pause to hear it.

she hear people telling her she's weird,
but she thinks she's beautiful.
they say she's just a girl,
yet, she feels like a princess.

she told them that she can fly,
they told her she has no wings.
within minutes she spread her wings
and up to the blue sky she flown.

she open her arms to greet the sun.
they thought how dumb she really is.
with a smile on her face, she said,
"explanations are your job, not mine."

she heard the other day
that she was a complicated girl,
but all that she wanted to do
was to show them her world.

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