She’s a Tramp
She isn’t a lady
no silk or silver spoon
her laugh cracks like thunder
and her footsteps chase the moon
She wears no crown
no polished, painted smile
her scars are her stories
walked every hard mile
She drinks the night
not in glasses but in fire
a reckless flame burning
with no hint of desire
She’s not soft or gentle
not a rose in a vase
she’s a tramp, a wild soul
no one’s chains can embrace
She walks her own roads
rough stones beneath bare feet
and in her broken beauty
she is completely complete
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