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

 

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