This is a poem about learning to finally be happy despite not being around the people that you love. At times we find ourselves attached to people who do nothing but hurt and bring us down. This is a reminder that you can be happy even without people. You couldn’t compare me to a
Everyone seems to know what we should be and what makes one a woman. Everyone thinks that a woman either physically looks like worn out sheets in burnt out Soho, eye bags decorated on each eye like designer bags in the last seasons. Either you’re in your 30s to 40s; a woman is never measured