Ms. Understood 

She is Ms. Understood.

All she wants is to be

good. She goes her own way.

When others work, she plays.

When others play, she stays

inside. When others drive,

she walks. When others

talk, she chooses to listen.

She is Ms. Understood.

All she needs is to be

wanted. She doesn’t change.

She feels like she is locked

in a cage, while others have

free reign. When others

are healing, she feels pain.

She is Ms. Understood.

Others fix up their hair,

as she finds solace in

wearing her hood.

She likes to stay hidden

because she didn’t fit in.

She stays awake,

while others sleep.

She wishs she could tell

all the secrets she keeps.

She is Ms. Understood.

She is starting to feel

okay with that. She doesn’t

need validation or outside

approval. Now, she believes

that she will find others

just like herself. She is

unapologeticlly unorthodox

whether others like it or not.

She is Ms. Understood,

and so is her name.

Honestly, she could care

less. She is not the same.

No amount of wind can

blow out her flame