There was a girl who seemed unsure,
she seeks around, looking for a cure.
Inside she wonders,
she yearns and ponders,
of what she wants, be it defined or obscure.
She explores the world, learning how to live,
in time she learned how to be persuasive.
To be furtive, but not be passive.
Yes she did, she learned how to live.
Her quest is yet to have an ending,
She's not up and about, walking around pretending,
In time we'll know,
she'll put on a show,
of something unnerving and intriguing.
She stands out in a sea of crowd,
unfazed by people around her.
She's one of a kind, as you now know,
she's like a river, she goes with the flow.
For eyes that look but do not see,
Those eyes know nothing of what is beauty.
She's aight, I guess.
I have to say, I'm impressed.
I see in her, what's not in me.
Sappho once said, "What is beautiful is good,
and who is good is beautiful."
So it matters not how one looks.
As long as she's not being a fool.
-- Farhana Osman, FO