Unconsciously Conscious

You walk out the door,
Feeling great
The sunshine playing up your radiance
Until you see him walk past
Then stopping to say hello
You feel heat rising up to your cheeks
And suddenly your hair doesn't seem so perfect
You get a little weak in the knees
All the while
Not noticing yourself
Squirming under his kind gaze
And then he says goodbye
And told you you looked beautiful
And that's when you feel
The way you did
When you first stepped out that door
And that's when you realize
Just how much he makes your day.

Je suis

Je suis la petite princesse
de mes parents.

Liberated

The little girl
Dressed in a soft cotton dress
With yellow rain boots
And a soft scarf given to her
By her mother,
Around her neck
Running on the green pasture
Of the welcoming meadow
Chasing after butterflies
With a net in her tiny hands
Laughing, giggling
The warm breeze
Caressing her hair and scarf
As the sun begins to set
In the cloudless, magenta sky.