She’s the girl with the cat-eyes glasses,
The one who never gave a fuck, never cared
About who’s judging, or who’s looking, and
Never ashamed of her female bodily functions.
She bled every month for about five days,
She shaved her pubic hair every few weeks.
The girl acknowledged all these things, for she’s not ashamed of being human.
She never dressed to impress anyone but herself,
You might say; she was comfortable under her own skin.
O’ she was no angel, she had her demons, her dark secrets,
But she knew how to handle them. She knew how to shut them down -not entirely.
She, the girl with the cat-eyes glasses was engulfed by wanderlust.
She wanted to travel the world, to stroll along aimlessly, just to find
Something she’s been looking for all her life without knowing what it was.
Let it be something physical or mental or even magical, she was determined
To find it and never let it go, even if she had to chase it all the way to the gates of hell.
And so, with that thought on her mind; she went on her journey of self-discovery,
She went on her own adventure, to write her own story with
No regrets, and no apologies
For apologies are merely words, and words are just sound
And sound is pointless if it did not come from the heart.