They call her crazy,
Sometimes she’s independent.
They call her weird,
And they call her a different species.
This girl that they call,
Is so sad,
She never speaks.
She’s so scared,
But she’s always taking chances.
Many people have many thoughts about her.
Many people call her many names.
The only weird thing about her
Is that she has no name.
She’s a girl.
Unnamed.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:01 PM UTC
They call her crazy,
Sometimes she’s independent.
They call her weird,
And they call her a different species.
This girl that they call,
Is so sad,
She never speaks.
She’s so scared,
But she’s always taking chances.
Many people have many thoughts about her.
Many people call her many names.
The only weird thing about her
Is that she has no name.
She’s a girl.
Unnamed.
This is this first poem I wrote that made first page in a book published by the International Library of Poetry in 2004
