A wild, fiery current

She was the kind of elegance

That would never tarnish.

A mixture of lace and mesh,

Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn.

She was sharp intellect and quick wit.

The type of woman that spoke her mind,

Even if it shook.

(Or even if no one was listening.)

She was beautiful.

But not someone you’d see in magazines,

Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils,

(Rather, she was actually very ordinary.)

My, was she stubborn! She’d drive you mad!

(Sometimes, you’d probably call her crazy.)

But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments.

Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer,

Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat.

And that was the true revelation.

That magic does exist,

It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.image

#MJAbraham on IG ^


* Author’s Note *

This isn’t the first poem I write but it is the first one I decide to share as “an author” and on social media. It’s also one of my personal favorites. It’s not inspired by anyone in particular, but there’s something about it that reminds me a little of every one I know. Everyone woman I admire. None of us are perfect but all of us are fierce.

xo

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