Going Rogue.

For some reason, Rogue has been on my mind lately. So much so that I wrote a couplet today that unintentionally reminded me of her. Guess that what happens when you’re a superwoman in your own world, isn’t it?

Rogue

I’m reaching bold with these humble hands/Trying to grasp the things I imagine

I decided in order to live my best life/I have to be courageously delirious

So fine, I will hum/A mad woman’s love song

You can consider my visions as hallucinations/While I claim them as premonitions

But my heart is a gypsy in flight,/Fearlessly seeking

Chasing stars and conjuring magic/Choosing freedom over safety

I’m a hippie inside a metropolis/Destined to birth a new Universe out of concrete

My hands humbly/Cradling lightning

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