She's LimitLess

I speak the language of passion

The gray area

The tightrope balance hairlined between


I swallow magic in powder form to create the illusion

That such an existence is non non-existent 





Caution tape unrolled from limb to womb

Stop signs visible in Ring the Alarm red

Here lies the evolution

Seeded in revolution

They don't want you to feel

They'd rather you die

Than to heal

I can make the sprout grow with no water

Fertilized with broken hearts too numbered, too soon

Light peeking through the stalk

Stolen bits from a giving moon

I am a woman built nothing of glass

Integrity, love, spirituality from above

I can show you why you smile at sun