Emma dances, Emma flies.
Emma has long hair
And an even longer past.

Emma is short,
close to the ground,
A leaf of nature
Emma is art and she’s free.

Emma has red lips
The same to kiss and say no.

Emma has red nails
And a deep problem with watches.

Emma escaped time, and reality, and estadistics.

Emma escaped hate to jump rope.

Emma smiles a sweet shine from the sky.
Emma is 22.
She will have a child.

Her family closes the door
She blinks and she’s homeless.

Emma eats ice cream on the street.
Her barefoot on the ground.
She has a long list of friends and no worries.
And the baby in her belly dances.

Emma dances, Emma flies.
She’s the luckiest
22 and forever free.


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