I'm not an 'ingénue' anymore - that’s been vitiated.
I'm not innocent, pure, naive or vulnerable -
which are technically, 'ingénue' requirements
(I don’t make the rules).
That being said, if no one has an objection,
in terms of narrative trajectory, I'd like to be
considered a 'fémme fatale' until further notice.
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Songs for this:
HEATED by Beyoncé
Hysterical Us by Magdalena Bay
Innocent, fresh-faced girl,
iris blooming in spring -
illuminated soft
in dawn’s honey-spooned glow.
Impressionable soul
inspired by worlds unknown,
I, too, was once like you.
Wind that blows from the north,
Crown this little note a breath.
Wind that blows from the south,
Gather these dreams and make them the truth.
Wind that blows from the west,
Fan this body away from boredom test.
Wind that blows from the east,
Gather up for nee what is best.
Wind that blows from beneath
The earth,
Crosses over
And stretches your wings over,
Empowers and strengthens
This -an ingeniously evergreen.
nee: originally
She announces to the world
with perpetual voice
Her past against her will
Her future tranquil, relentless, realisation
Dorment thirst quenched
A Womans Promise...
A Womans Choice...
blazoned heart uncharted guise,
though frequently observed
released emotion unchained spirit,
She claims her battle scars
She has earned her purple star
Blazoned path - recaptured spirit
Her emblem, the sea of women
gone before, she shelters sacredly
thrusting her shield skyward
abandoning all falsehood
she unfolds ancient testament
outermost boundary reveals
truths by broken seal