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Sometimes her insecurities come out sideways
and she says things she doesn't mean.

Sometimes her securities pervade with strength...
and she calls out people for being mean.

Then, they are mean
and she is mean.

Sometimes her smile is like a rose
Her love is like a rose
She plays games
Plays with her hair
and laughs.

Her laughter beams her face up to Neptune
Her eyes bounce more than the bounciest tune.
You don't know if she's elated
from the subsidies of passivity that are thrown at her
like a bouncy ball on the playground.
Or if she is elated from elation.

She is under-valued
and mis-construed.

People treat her like a puzzle...
they try to fit her pieces where they shouldn't be.
They let time pass when they look at her.
Trying to complete her.
They never complete her.

That is sad though.

Happy happy joy joy.
she is that too.
She is discovered everywhere.
Because she is everywhere.
She feeds us.
She dances with us.

She teaches us to dance.

Tiny Dancer by A. Roushar