she's a gypsy.
she'll wear mismatched socks and purple hair
because your opinion of her is none of her business.
she'll dance and sing with her children
because she loves playing with them.
to her, no single place is home.
no walls contain her.
no labels stick to her.
her spirit lives in the wind.
and she goes where she pleases.
she's an artist today
a baker tomorrow
every day she is new again.
her favorite flowers grow wild by the road.
she's easy to love but fierce if you cross her.
don't hate her for who she was born to be.
dance with her a while.
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