Where’d that girl go?
She wore bright blues and greens.
Perhaps her voices were quiet, but in her image and style she spoke volumes.
She said “this is me!”
She need not shout her truth as she walked it in quiet rebellion.
“This is me!”
She cared not if she fit in. She wore and walked her truth, daring others to tell her otherwise.
Now. She speaks her truth more, but wears and walks her truth less. She misses that 16 year old. That 16 year old who walked her truth in quiet rebellion.