Is stubbornness a strength?

Can evil be veiled?

Can one be too much alone?

I cannot remember how it feels,
to push hard pedals,
break fast from the training wheels.
To play in mud, chalk, and piles of sand,
attempting to conquer and rule imaginary land.

I forgot what the magic felt like,
between two people,
whom cherish one another with gentle caress,
subtle kiss on immaculate eye.

Where have I been the past 18 years?
What's wrong with feeling wrong this way?

Does life begin once one makes sense of life?

I'm going to conquer my fear,
and live.

How I admire you,
You respectable women,
strong in beauty and dreams.
Fearlessly conquering settings and scenes.
Building strong walls,
Admiring fate.
You women who grab life by the reins,
And decide to keep going and changing the facts.
Making the history, eluding submission.
Day-by-day dedication to the vital health:
organs, *******, and hair.

Set your stage, you women of beauty!
Embrace yourself and love seamlessly .