She walks with fire in her eyes,
A rebel heart that never dies,
She dares to be different, to stand apart,
And live life on her own terms, from the start.
They call her wild, they call her free,
A spirit that refuses to be,
Bound by rules and societal norms,
A woman who embraces her own form.
She'll speak her truth, without restraint,
And never let the world make her feel faint,
She's a force to be reckoned with, it's true,
A bad girl, perhaps, but also someone new.
For she knows that in this world of ours,
Conformity can often rob us of our powers,
And so she'll dance to her own beat,
And embrace her rebel heart, in full heat.
So let her be a bad girl, if she must,
A woman who refuses to be crushed,
For in her rebellion, there lies a flame,
A spark that ignites her own name.
~~kereninkwell
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