She doesn’t see a future
so she settles for living each day…
Marathon watching Sex and the City
recalling the Mr. Big in her life story.
He brought her soul to life each time
he gifted her with his time and presence.
But she was never enough as he chose
others instead over her meager offerings.
So much time she gifted him, she
never became a part of a sisterhood.
How she regrets not finding her
Charlotte, Samantha and Miranda.
How she regrets Mr. Big…
Bathing in silence
wrapped in shades of pale.
A creature of solitude
she has always been.
Wary of intention
filled with ever longing.
Watchful and ready
for any sign of change.
She’s just a girl
regardless of her age.
Just a beauty
in her own right.
Just flesh & blood
vulnerable to your judgment.
Just a fighter
willful & defiant.
Head held high
when you dare to think.
That she is
just a girl…
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