Crinkling skin, wilting teeth,
Knife on her tongue
Quick to the wit
She smiled at the morning breeze
As she recounted her story
"We were tough, opinionated and
Argumentative to the core,"
She boasts with a laugh,
"That is why the universities
Couldn't keeps us locked out,"
Her smile faulters as she adds,
"And now they keep them locked in."
Her bony fingers intertwine
No ring grazing the creases
Nothing to chain her down
Nothing to tie a leash.
"Oh I've loved," she blushes,
"I've loved one and had fun with a few.
Don't take me for the wrong sort,
To them all I was something new."
There's a heavy weight on her forehead
A heart-melting sight, "I never
Amounted to much in my parents' eyes.
But I loved what I did.
And I lived for every breath."
"They don't make women
Like her anymore," a dear friend said,
Respect and love showering
Unhindered by societal reflections
Of how individuals ought to seem
To melt into the backdrop of cloned crowds.
She dared to stand out, stand tall
And chase every outrageous dream.