There was this woman I once knew,

Her name was Kat.

Some people are afraid to be themselves.

Others aren’t.

Despite of all her faults

She put them together in one book.

Many books

A collage

The meaning of her.

Why was she brave?

She was not afraid to be herself.

Like an arm full of scars and a singlet.

She was not afraid to be herself.

Behind the tears of a clown,

She was not afraid to dance and smile,

Her pleasure was my pleasure,

My smile is all she wanted.