Baldheaded truths

Deeply rooted within self

Waiting on mother sunrise

A tree, dropping all her dead leaves

Trying to heal self, trying to start afresh

To leave the past decade behind curtains

Matured like a big branchy old tree

Standing on a happy soil, celebrated by age

To starve her lonely and hurt, she took a dietary

Call her lady sunset, she is everything a lady is

God knows this be true, he knows her so much

Standing still, naked under the freed dandelion

She blossomed into a flower and became sunset

Donates all her toxicity to the fuck boy’s charity

The birth of a Queen full of wonders.