Galaxies run through her veins.
Electricity emits from hairs
On her sweet, blue head.
And yet,
She believes
She is
Ordinary.
Sweet child,
There is nothing ordinary
About a revolution.
I think it's time to start your own -
Don't you?
YOU ARE READING
in h.e.r shoes
Puisithis is a collection of poems i've drafted over the years. i think it is time for them to be set free.
