A rebel I notice, fighting for her territory, fighting for
her family, fighting for her race.
Going after a love that never exists, sometimes I see her as
a hapless romantic.
Or maybe she’s glamour but bounded by dirty dark secrets.
She’s a companion with promising dreams.
She’s a hand for a one in need.
She’s lustful, she’s bold, she renovates, she loves, she
gets wounded, she cries, she’s everything.
I see her everywhere.
I see her everyday.
I see her every time.
She, that’s me, She’s me.
She’s who I am.
She’s the fighter I desire to be.
She’s the confidante I try to be.
I see her in me with every word I read,
I feel her in me with every page I turn.
I desire her in me, with every book I read.
I hunt her to everywhere; I want more of her.
She’s the one I find myself with, the one I survive myself
with.
She’s me.
And that’s all I could be.
That’s all I ever desire to be.
That’s all I ever try to be.
She’s me!