When first she awoke,
She blinked, she cried,
Conscious only of the air
Around her, and her relative
By Blood,
The one who nurtured
Her, and housed her
For eighteen full
And new moons.
Slowly she grew.
First, a tiny little
Dumpling with hamster cheeks.
Big, big
Dark chocolate eyes.
The apple of everyone's eyes.
The only thing
Worth looking at
As something new,
Something different.
She was oblivious
To these opinions,
These perceptions,
These thoughts
About her.
And that left her happy.
And she grew.
Older, wiser,
But odder.
Confused-er.
Several strong,
Individualistic,
Opinionated,
Know-it-all
People were around.
Being their
Strong,
Individualistic,
Opinionated,
Know-it-all
Selves.
Tossed and turned
In her mind,
Considering
Every one of them.
Almost forgetting herself.
And then forgetting herself.
She then congealed.
Went into herself.
Was met with unfavouring eyes
Everywhere.
Rarely a considerate soul anywhere.
She cried, she wept,
She put herself down.
That led nowhere.
And then, oh then,
She realised.
She had to get out.
She was pulling
Her down.
And then, it changed.
A few favouring eyes
Met hers.
A few considerate souls
Somewheres.
She was better.
The older ways haunt her still,
But it is now the pain of a needle prick
Versus a leap from a hill.
