Her dreams were never clad in white,
Nor she ever wished to wear a veil.
She was tenacious, strong and bright,
She was the one who pointed where to sail.
She wore rebelion like a little black dress;
Didn’t like flowers, nor rings,nor cars.
She didn’t ask to kneel, nor worship, nor confess
All she wanted was to know the soul and scars.
Alas, the world was not in favour of such eccentricity,
For all its wonders it couldn’t give her