Tucked Away
I am that person that I swore I would never be
That lazy crazy bohemian wild woman
With unwashed tresses and flirty painted skirts
I am that lady at the end of the street kids mock and
fear
I smell of pinched lavender and burnt patchouli
Tucked away inside folders and spiral notebooks
Are my life that nobody stops to read
Nobody asks and I don’t infringe
I smile and listen to their triumphs and watch them
grab glory