I sat down with a sheet of paper and a pencil for the first time in ages, wanting to describe this girl that had been running through my imagination. She was, in now way, familiar to me, but I felt as if I knew everything about her. And I had to write it down, try to put her into words. It was hard, but I hopefully got the main idea. Enjoy!
She reminds me of a wounded lioness
Don't get close or you'll die
And sometimes she's like Brooklyn's finest
As if she's better than you and I
But sometimes she's like a butterfly
Never settling down
Because when she lands for even a hand of time
Her world comes crashing down
You see, she's kinda like an elephant
Her mind will never forge
Whether impoverishment or elegance
She'll always remember it
She sees the world in black and white
Not a puppy's gray
Everything's always flight, not fight
And yet she always ends up in this exact place
Right here is where her childhood died
When Daddy screamed and Mommy cried
Then Mommy left, Daddy came at night
Heading for her sister, who she was sleeping beside
Turning her onto her back he sighed
And the little girl screamed and ran with all her might
And now she runs from any sign of danger
A frightened sparrow with a hawk at her back
And all the mothers in town warn of strangers
Thinking of the girl, afraid she'll attack
Because they don't see the angel wings
When all the want to find is horns
And they don't know the joy she'll bring
When she opens them up and soars
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