She is beautiful 

She is in tune with all of her divinity 

She is awake and aware and she knows that she is rare 

She came from the caterpillar 

No more will she wither 

She ain’t no quitter 

Her storms has carved her perfect wings 

No more need for things 

She knows that the absence of want attracts everything and all in many sorts 

Her heart has a rhythm as she unwinds her mind 

Her heart now sings a melody and love is no longer a felony 

She is free!  Free from the mini me the many me! 

She knows that there isn’t anything she couldn’t be!