Who is she?

She loved the attention, she loved the glares. She made them all, stop and stare. Her heels tapped to the rhythm of their hearts. The control of their minds, somewhere in her smile. Blinded by her light, they never bothered to know, what her favorite book was, or how she wished to learn about the universe when only 10.

Days passed and the love continued to flow. From her locks of hair, to the way she danced to the radio. Her heart never on her sleeve, the chase went on for a while.

Every day repeated like the other, and they never seemed to grasp. The trick of the game she played, the victims those whose hearts got swayed.

Her virtual life was filled with requests. Desperate hearts, desperate measures, she thought to herself. It was quite the task to figure out, who ‘liked’ her, and who didn’t.

She was more than her beauty. She was more than her long locks of hair. She was more than her ‘on point’ makeup. She was more than her beauty.

Blinded by her light, they never bothered to know, how much Greek philosophy, or long walks at the beach meant to her. The songs on the radio never sang about her personality. They sang of girls used as nothing more than an epitome of beauty. Surely, does a human hold no other value other than their big brown eyes, or the size of her chest? She scoffed at the way things turned out to be.

But if she wasn’t the songs on the radio, her weight, or her love life, then what was she?

She is a combination of her thoughts and actions. Her habits, both good and bad. Her mistakes, both past and present.

She is a potion created from her experiences, her memories, her inspiration, her fears, her dreams, her guilty pleasures.

She is the voice of her generation. A speaker for herself, most of all. They’d try to shut her down. Just try, and that was all.

They chased her again, in search of a lonely heart. It was a game she played, with curiosity and wonder. The lipstick, the heels, all part of the trick. The victims still swayed by the way she danced to the radio.

Her heart hidden beneath layers of tales, it would take a lot more than pretty words, to make her smile.

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