She was who she was, and she is who she is.
She didn't know any better.
She did as she as she was told, and became what was said.
She was and never is who she wanted to be..
Their illustration, their words, their views...
It carried her forward like a wave..
How do you get off when there is no shore to crash?
She looked around her and tried to find a narrative.
She tried to find the words
But all that she was, was what she became...
She was...
She was, but she will never be.
