Come let your hair down
From the confines of scrunchies
Unshackle your breasts
Kick off your shoes
And wiggle your toes.
Before stepping upon
The earth's terrain
Of grass and dirt.
Now gaze upon yourself
In the reflection of water
For you are
A woman of the wild and free
And shan't be tamed.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
