This is going to sound weird but I found her.

I found that one girl who was on top of the world. I forgot about her, but I remember now. She was fearless. She was fire. She was hidden down so deep. She was buried under mounds of pain, despair, and agony. When she speaks, people listen damn it! She demands their attention and they are glad to give it. Get her out of there! Get that gunk off of her skin and out of her hair. Did you know that’s where she keeps her secrets? *whispers* in her hair. She keeps them there because they’re her fucking power. Perspective. She has perspective. It shoots out of her fingertips. She knows what’s up. She’s beautiful. When she styles her hair the secrets turn green and are braided into oblivion. She knows guttural anguish. My god does she know pride. And fuck them all. FUCK THEM ALL! I found her. Yeah I did. She was buried deep, but she’s here now. She’s back. But this time she’s royalty.

By: Danielle Egli

These words flooded into my mind while trying to fall asleep one night. Thank you for reading my first submission and the first poem I’ve ever shared online. <3