She. What is she?
Can anyone tell?
Neither science nor nature could solve it for me.
A woman so full
Of power and strength
Both inside and outside,
The best she can be.
Charms every new friend right away as they meet,
Her brains seem delightful and so does her meat.
No shame and no nothing, and yet- everything
One day she'll wake up to a loud alarm's ring.
To get to her place,
She has lost and she's earned,
All that's behind is now long ago burned.
She's living today- smiling, drinking and smoking
I honestly hope that she won't end up choking.
But that's it for now, there's nothing to do,
This poem's the last thing I'm giving to you.
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