Love Cloud shorts
She is but she is
Young, fresh and forthright.
She embodies a strong woman.
“Brilliant and ballsy,” they said.
She sits on a table and doodle away her wandering mind.
Her hair is a fading pastel of technicolor.
“A creative… and a rebel just lost in her own world.”
Struts in stilettos.
Long black hair with structured and toned arms and legs.
“Gorgeous! Just Brusko” they thought.
Break the bias.
She is, but she will not be
Even in her magnificence, gratuitous assumptions limit her.
So how could she walk with grace
when bigotry covers our gaze?
How can she carry out her ways
when judgements bound her days?
But we set her free when we let her be
the woman she is meant to be.
Distinct, yes, she is.
The very being she will ever be at ease.
Break the bias.
She is she
Her silence is neither less
nor her intensity too much.
Her grit neither feisty,
nor her kindness a weakness.
She is whoever and whatever
is brought out to the world.
She is but the woman as she is.
Her silence reverberating,
her intensity condensing peace.
Her grit echoing courage,
and her kindness, understanding.
Her womanhood speaks a language,
understood in the light of being a master of her own mystery.
Her authentic femininity revealed
in the light of authentic masculinity.
Her being is a gift.
A service of love displayed in a spectrum.
Shaped not a one size that fits all,
but one that encompasses all life forms.
Her feminine genius magnifies in the balance of the ground.
