Let me be

A woman of butterfly dreams
Fluttering in a thousand shades and prints

A woman of childish whims and fantasies
Invigorating and ebbing like ocean tides

A woman of shea butter self-love
Waxing the milky vanity and goodness

A woman of firefly fury
Burning injustice and blasting irrational expectations

A woman of ghoulish solitude

Silencing howls of societal jackals

A woman of “mundaned” nothingness
Couch 'potatoing' to pulp and gluttoning indulgence

A woman of parachuting explorations
Leaving behind strings and landing into unknowns

Let me be
Break out or shut down the emotional drama
Scream or silence the bedraggled thoughts
Carve out of accumulate the resentments
Smile or drown in the tears of self-pity

I choose the verb, the noun and the adjective
I choose to be
One heartbeat here, one 'womanday' there