Wildly, creatively free

Sun, 01/11/2015 - 17:29 -- Sasha V

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More than just a pretty little face 
No desire to sit on front pages 
Or strut across pageant stages 
Her drive catwalks into the room first
Confident she stands tall, no heels on 
Face bare, exposed to all 
If you asked her
She'd say 
"I woke up like this" 
 
99% brain that girl is 
Knowing education will take her further
Reading chapter books since kindergarten 
Finished with work faster than her peers
Teachers perplexed singing 
"We need more work. Find her more work"
Nose deep in books of all sorts 
Reading miles a minute 
Sharpening her most prized tool
Never dull
Intelligence cuts like a steak knife 
If you asked her 
She'd say 
"I woke up like this"'
 
Wildly, creatively free is she
In school, feet hurting 
From chasing a journalism degree
Marching up the steps to succeed
Mastered the art of playwrighting 
A poet at heart 
An author by nature 
A secret songstress 
Constructed completely from words 
Soulful, peaceful, graceful 
Ink spills from her ballpoint pen 
Handwriting messy as thoughts jump one over the other
Battling to be expressed first 
Waves of inspiration washing over she
Come swim in the seas of creativity
Freestyle on the dance floors of self expression 
If you asked her 
She'd say 
"I woke up like this" 
 
Must've been a musician in a past life
In her zone when the song starts 
Finding herself when the beat drops 
Empty when the song stops 
Craving noise, instruments, lyrics 
She breathes music 
What good is oxygen
When the soul craves symphonies 
Left brain and right brain can both agree
Nothing's better than a blissful harmony
Able to find release from the worries of today
In the form of throwback tracks 
Creating a soundtrack to climb from the bottom with
Her favorite song will play as she spins a spin of victory 
Beats and ballads balance the mind of she 
They started calling that girl music 
When asked
She'd say 
"I woke up like this" 
 
Flawless is she
For possessing what money won't buy
Loving the art you can find 
Looking up at the sky 
Being an open journal to mark up
And leave your secrets in 
Wanting to make a name for herself 
Fueled by dreams 
Raps of hope and better tomorrow's 
With her notepad and iPod she's invincible 
With her mind she'll change the minds of masses 
Flawless is me
When asked 
I'd say
"I woke up like this" 

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