With a colourless ink
Yet every letter reflects diamonds to her glassy eyes

Starring at the horizon of her poisonous skin
Brown like a coffee with no sugar
A spot lightless
She yearns to be accepted
Yes!
Acceptance...
Even if it intends
Breaking her ribs into stew with a blissful aroma
She gathers all her pain into a bouquet of roses
So she trades it like its none of the above provisions

She stares into her valueless femenity
No!
Her guts can't lead her astray
She knows they are hardly benevolent with her
She thought a thoughtless to be thoughtful
She peels the burden of emotions off her skin
Piles it in the shelf of carelessness
Shoving her freedom underneath the mattress of nothingness
A shooting star
Like a bleeding scar
Her entire life had been

Wearing her worn crown
Her dusty gown
Like a clown
Smashing mud on her face
Her tears like a lace
With an intensive rage
She's determined to win this race

She yearns to be accepted
Acceptance
Right or wrong
To her its just black and white
Like clockwise and anticlockwise
It brings no difference
She's determined to win this race
She gets herself in double trouble
One more neglected
One less erected

She yearns to be accepted
She's ready
To be declared a "women"
A title like a queen
She gives herself a tight squeeze
Comforting her thoughts
Speeding with an athletic speed
In a gravel road
En routing to her dusty dreams
She determined to win this race