She is not the vodka shot you want to have at 10:00 p.m. when you’re sad at the bar
She is the tea you want to sip every evening
She is not the city that is constructed out of cement and bricks
She is the town that’s hidden behind the big walls and buildings that the wanderlust would visit to feel the vulnerability of the virgin
That’s touched but still pure
She is not just the veins and the blood
She is as complex as the atom
Giving energy, sometimes too strong to kill you and sometimes to less to heal you
Made up of molecules only she can fathom
She is not the book you read in one night
She is the Bible that needs your patience and time
She is not the one to belong to all and everyone
She is like the blood, never leaving the veins
Only bleeding when the veins are cut
She is not the cigarette you puff in minutes
She is the fire in the attic that burns all night to keep you warm
She is not the bare essentials
She is the one covered in layers, only a few can unfold
She is not the one to belong to a lot of men
She is the one to belong a lot to one man
She is not the 2:00 p.m. stress of life but the 5:00 a.m. peace to the one watching her dazed in her dreams
She is not the puddle of mud that’s shallow
She is the quicksand consuming herself in her own thoughts of the world’s hollow
She is not the lipstick that doesn’t stay
She is the kohl that is left for days under the eyes till it’s wiped off
She is not the one night stand
She is the blanket you need every night that makes you feel safe and protected
She is not the scarce
She is the abundance, sometimes too much
But that’s what she is
And she is what she does
She is all in for anything that gives her the rush
She is like a scar that’s permanent and deep
And they say scars are beautiful
They make a human, a being
And she is that permanent deep rooting scar
And she is grey and white on some days
A rainbow on the others
And she is me.