I'll never be "that" girl
But l can be THIS girl
Silk tresses will never swim on the small of my back
Only coiled curls will dance freely on the nape of my neck
My skin will never be a velvet sheet, airbrushed to perfection
I'm painted with a history and a million "let me tell you's"
Long legs will never run for miles from my torso
Instead I'm skated around with short, abrupt limbs
I'm only Cheyenne
Years of heritage, passed doen for me to cradle when I'm old enough to understand
Juat a simple heartbeat that brings me closer to a lifetime of change.