A woman, in all aspect

That's just how I look.

That's just who I'm.

Never too caught up in the glam.

Never will I ever give a damn.

For it's my choice on what I wanna be.

All raw or all dolled up neat.

For it's high time a world accepts.

A woman, in every aspect.

Healed

Broken, detached, delusional, I kept my lips sealed. 

In the fear of being hit again, I always kept up my sheild. 

But time didn't wait for me, it kept going cart-wheeled. 

Life went on, so did I and through the journey I healed.