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She Was Made of Sunflowers
She Was Made of Sunflowers
She was made of sunflowers & daffodils.
Bright like the sun, bringing an essence of spring in her every step.
Unlike many she bloomed all year round, reminding people of the spring.
You can feel her hearts warmth, smell the wild on her skin & the whistle
of summer breeze behind her. Her face was a natural beauty just like the
nature around her, yet she never understood her presence which made her even sweeter.
She was a woman of the sun, a woman made of sunflowers & daffodils.
-Gypsy Tale
A girl could hope
A girl could hope
A girl could hope to have flowers in her hair; the earth beneath her feet.
She longed for the breeze to touch her skin and fill her lungs with such clarity.
Her eyes burn with wonder; her heart beats for the wild.
Only she knows the world was plenty to small for her.
-Gypsy Tale
Goddess of Self Love
Goddess of Self Love
You cry tears of sea water; your body grows wild flowers through the cracks. Your skin glows with love; your eyes burn like the sun. You drown those who can not swim deep in your waters, you heal yourself, you radiate self love; you are a goddess.
-Gypsy Tale
Girl 1
Girl 1
She will understand someday
The terror of beauty
But for now she laughs
And the others allow it
The sound falling upon them
Like shards of glass
-Sophie Thomason
Girl 2
Girl 2
She sits with her daughter
The mirage of beauty pressing on her chest
And she sighs heavily
Thinking of home and all that she must do
All that she must obey
-Sophie Thomason
An ode to Farzana
An ode to Farzana
I am me, in the purest form.
Honey suckle skin, bright brown eyes.
For years, I was trapped, stunted and cold.
Alone in the darkness, confused and ignored.
Felt the pain of the world but I finally looked inward.
I've extended my arm and watched my inner self blossom.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the world of possibilities.
Finally feeling free and understanding me.
-Farzana Rahman
One of Many
One of Many
I know that I’m one of many,
Just waiting for her to pack her bags and leave.
I know I’m one of many,
An appointment scheduled for two?
... I know I’m one of many,
Do you feel the connection too?
I know I’m ONE of many,
Frustrated by the audacity of your disappearance.
I know she’s ONE of many,
Who’s vellum victim to the gambling of hearts.
She’s ONE. Her friend is ONE too,
Always there to pick up the pieces.
We’re all ONE, says she.
ONE of many, who have lost so many but all for ONE.
ONE man. ONE heart. ONE love.
I am ONE of many,
But I’m the ONE you really want.
The ONE among many,
Who solely focuses on loving herself first.
I’m ONE of many,
But I’m the ONE you really want.
-Farhana Rahman
Olive
Olive
I look at my olive skin that doesn’t feels like my own,
I touch my olive face and find a smile sown,
But in my last breathe; I imagine you,
And remember how you loved my olive hue.
-Saara
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