I am an open book.
My facial expressions sometimes
Come out in letters
And my body language
Can whisper in your ears.
I will cock my head to the side
When you say something ridiculous.
I will tap my foot continuously
When I am waiting my turn.
But lately,
I look people in the eye when they talk
And mostly when I am proving
My own point.
I saw my name with the meaning
It holds from previous centuries
Trying to bring my family history alive
In two syllables.
I wear leggings that
Curve against my thighs
To let you know that
I am proud to be a woman.
I let my hair loose to show life
That I am ready for it
To be a refreshing wind every morning.
I walk as tall as I can
To let everyone know that I am here
And that I'm feeling good.
