Thou Shall Not Pass

She is a lunatic and a beauty on the edge.
In a world that screams for her to change everything she wants to be,
She celebrated every fall by dancing in her favourite gown.
She flew sixty feet above the ground because her spirit never learnt how to crawl.
She threw her heart around and made mistakes, like loving never caused her any heartbreaks.

She didn’t do things the normal way, she questioned every why without raising her hand high.
She read books of poetry and drank her white wine,
She loved her alone which filled most of her time.
Through this was where she mapped her way across the world,
The streets she would walk and conquer what the tides hurled.
One poem at a time, she wrote her wordsinalign;
It was her mind that was ammunition, it was what men marked as a waste of time.
Pretty faces win arguments more often than the ones with hearts that win wars.
What were people hoping to express, if all they see is four walls.

A tornado of love and chaos, when she opened her heart she filled the skies with fireworks,
Painted her destruction coloured walls with shades of the rainbow.
Like a wild card entry that knew she didn’t have to be like the rest,
It was love that she spoke about in a world that was deaf.

While people wore small holes in their large shoes,
She ran around with larger holes and drank her booze.
She was proof of what happens when you cross the grass,
Smirked at every person who said “Thou shall not pass”.