She & her hand full of red roses🥀

She

She is beautiful & she is kind

But she is away,,

Away in a world she doesn't want anyone to find!

She is the power to her soul,

She is a warrior of her own!

She is different,

She doesn't resemble with the ones she's surrounded with!

People usually call her crazy,

just like they can't see the real her

They see her hazy!!

She is lost around them,

But is alive around her, only her.

She wears a red gown to demonstrate

The beauty of the ones who menstruate

She holds flowers in her hand for the ones

Who couldn't but yet are the fighters at their end.

She sometimes wears a red gown because she feels pretty in the color,

She holds flower for all the ones who give her trouble!

She is a soul that transforms her pain into beauty & strength,

They call her crazy even tho they have broken her heart into pieces of big lengths

She still smiles & holds flowers for them

wears a red gown to beautify they & them

So, can you see? She has a hand full of flowers!

Not one not two no a bunch no a hunch but a full

Not just because she is beautiful

And feels wonderful

In her red gown of wool

But Coz she has a mind & a heart made of gold shimmers as a whole

!

She loves winters & snow & rain

Coz they make her so numb that takes away all her pain!

No she never runs away from what she always have to face

She just doesn't like the rot of a race

She has her time

And understands the worth of a dime

She is different

BUT

She is one of a kind💃🏻🖤