She had wounds and scars
Healing was in process and with her soul there's wars
She viewed the world a certain way
Even giving men stage fright unable to find words to say
Realising she can't see the world this way
She can't keep being guarded and hiding from her light
It's not all black and white
It's brown, green, yellow, grey, orange, red, pink, purple, light blue, black, silver and White
It's transparent, clear, gold and even indigo and vilet
These colors make our planet earth and our whole universe if we let
Not just black and white and Someday She looked into the mirror
Tears running constantly but being something else didn't change a thing nor did it appear clearer
She still felt ugly and the words lingering in her ears
Someday she found herself looking into a tinted window in the heatwave sun melting her fears
The clouds uplifted to reveal in her eyes a beautiful imperfect woman staring back at her
Telling her it's okay you been hurt let it all be a blur
It's okay you aren't perfect because people will love you as you are
All these different people and different personalities, different people, sizes just like a car
We all run on fuel and exhaust and we all travel
Someone somewhere wouldn't hurt or deceive you and the story will unravel
After this She worked on herself internally
Healing is done forever and permanently