Being Set Free
There once was a girl,
who pushed tight against the world,
unable to reveal her fear
like unraveling satin
only her fabric’s
tampered by satin.
There once was a girl,
with identity twirls,
slowly releasing all tears
like a beggar to the rich man.
There once was a girl,
whose body shined blue,
from the chill of persecution
abandoned by peers,
unable to set herself free.
There once was a girl,
who changed her own fate
and stood proud to her name
exclaiming ‘somebody notice me!’
There once was a girl,
with feet stuck in chains,
her need to escape
crushed the urge to be sane,
and again she fell to her struggle.
There once was a girl,
who let go of the past,
only glimpsed at what had,
and strives to leap at flight.
There once was a girl,
Who flew past her mistakes,
she poisoned them with grace,
she’s seeing brighter days
prepared to battle todays struggle.
There once was a girl,
who made her own perfect world,
here she is known,
she releases societal pressures.
There once was a girl,
who found who she was,
found someone to love,
who stuck out like a sore thumb
to many.
Now there’s a girl,
that’s beginning to see,
each day is a dance,
the movement of her feet
spark courage and oneness
and she’s being set free.