She Is Me
Beauty so she was.
Kind so she was.
Ugly beautiful,
beautifully ugly so she was.
Strong, divine-
tired of time,
so she was.
Lost in a huge small world.
No difference between,
happiness and misery.
Nothing to say-
yet, full of words,
so she was.
The world so blinded; however,
the truth is easy to feel.
Purposes are ultimately opinionated,
so, is my purpose creativity?
Every-thing constantly changing,
so was she.
Copyright © Courtny Steward | Year Posted 2018
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