Not a crime, but part of my female self–physical creation,
My own core, surviving.
A learned definition, but a new thing:
Green and unique.
In the heart, like music, I notice it,
Now, a space filled and present.
Linger, watch, see. My time – quiet.
Love this person with less and more,
I flow through space with ease,
And trust the future will be rich and sweet.