They don't ever really see her.
She's like the mist in the air.
So many don't approve of her.
But she's learning not to care.

Her art is her soul and voice.
She's making her own sky.
It's beautiful like miracles.
And this is how she can fly.

They don't ever listen.
Just judge her before she speaks.
If only they understood her.
And the future that she seeks.

She has learned patience.
And she's stronger than she seems.
Their opinions don't matter.
Because she's reaching for her dreams.

This is how I know her.
Fast and free as a feather.
Flowing through the eternal sky.
With a soul that none can tether.
She has the power to create forever.

{This is dedicated to dafeather. For everything.}
*Hugs* Thanks C-chan.