Somewhere in this dense mess of hypocrisy

I can see you dancing like a child

in the mist of morning rain that coats you

like a second skin lending you a glimmer

I haven't seen in years

How beautiful you are dancing like that not

caring what the world thinks just twisting and

turning and being who you really are

shedding off the skin and removing

yourself from the crippled mentality that

has held you for ages

I am so comforted to have you have the

strength that you stand for have this

beautiful woman that has retaliated against

everything that would seek to strike her

down

I am so grateful to be able to watch this

metamorphosis of body and soul

So blessed to call you friend