Good things DO come in small packages
Punk Princess all of five foot three
Flesh and blood living breathing Botticelli
Of a wit and intelligence Katana keen
Through mundane days rapturous rebel
Rocks; where others fear to rock
Fighting mere existence for she must truly
LIVE
Lashing out at every turn against
Conformity
Convention
Having no use for these limiting concepts
Her heart beats fierce and free
As if she were not mortal but
Ethereal
Eternal
A primordial force of nature
With the power to make others
FEEL
Numb as we are locked within our own minds
Smashing down the walls of self made prisons
With the light of her smile and
The resonance of her voice
Yes… Good things DO come in small packages