Always called incorrigible
Rebellious to the core
Only wanting to express herself
Be free; nothing more

Wanting to be understood
Needing to be loved,
But never feeling wanted,
Angry…when she was shoved

Confusion birthed creativity
Fluid with her tools
Now a grown up woman
Successful, wearing jewels
Still a little rebellious
Loves deep, no more blues
Thankful she chose her own path
And told the normals, “NO RULES”