The Independent Girl
The independent girl walks alone
and flips her own pages
she can't help that she experiences
sadness in so many different stages.
She hates that with independence
comes a lot of lonely nights
as she tosses and turns in bed
her pockets maybe swollen
but she has nothing holding
her tight.
A soft caress this girl craves
more than anything else
she'd give up all the wealth
to not be by herself.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2009
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