two sides that bind
flip the world to see all the sites
two pieces that combine
not as initially thought
fight for what she wants
help those who fall short
eyes hold the smallest piece
compassion cradles the world
time is limitless
future sits high in the trees
her vision sets scenes
clicks follow suit
her fingers wait for the moment of action
utensils at the ready
her voice waits
for the moment of need
her hands yearn
for the ability to create
“I hate wearing pants.”
“Girls had to be in the kitchen cookin’ shit.”
“I like the relationship between person and self”
“I’m driven directly from my mood.”
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