Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
Rebecca Martin
There’s no need to prove them wrong
Just write the words that come to you
When your mind is a big black box
Filled with ugly thoughts
Be brave and open it
Don’t pretend that the hungry crowd
Isn’t what you want
They’ve come for you
Tell the tale of a wise old bard
Take them once around
The block and lead them
No more questions
You’re beautiful
Beauty