I'm the girl
Who holds a fistful of ice-cream
Melting and savory
I waited for about 45 minutes to taste the coconut
The rich chocolate
I kiss a girlfriends forehead
As she cuddles up next to me
And dares jump and leap over the wall
Entitled
"Where the weak fear to tread."
I burn sage, a piece of palo wood
A script read, decipher and advise
I eat the remainder of the ice-cream
Alone in my room, my appetite for wit
For socialization, heart
Always thumping a thump thump.

I've gotten quite good
At standing on my own two feet
My feet planted into the earth
I'm not scared or fearful
To take the world on my own
But I must admit
I so long and hope
That another fistful of melting ice-cream
Will reside next to my side
In time.

We exchange and discuss
The meaning of the Women Of The Now
Picture frame
A big gesture of missing Philadelphia just hit me
And I look around my Chicago room
Its true
I'll always be a bohemian.

I'm the girl
Who listens and quakes
Not with a hurry
But with such innate desire
I reveal only to those I feel truly listen
And my best friend told me today
"Really. You're doing great."

I remember being 12 years old
My first kiss
His name was Chandlier Hart.
He has a child now.

I'm the girl
Who doesn't know where this path leads
But finds peace of mind
As each day unfolds
As each tizzy rolls away like a mound of hay
I touch and linger in the roots of the rich life
I've lead with my little blonde head
My face tan and experienced

'Cuz I'm the girl
Who built her own castle
'Cuz I always said I would.