To the girls, timid and brave,
                 Weak and strong,
                             Who needs love and is insecure,
                But still stringing along.

                             To the girls, whose nose is buried in a book,
               Hikes on trails to fulfill their wanderlust,
                             Always that daydreaming look,
              Not wanting to be lost.

                            To the girls, who wants to be stripped bare,
             Wants perfect grades,
                           To be called rare,
             Wanting to be Victorious.

                           To the girls, real and straight forward,
             But shies from the spotlight,
                          Wants it bad,
             And lives like a burst of colours on a dark night.

                        To the girls who are comforters,
            Who abhors deep, raw emotions,
                        But cries for others not themselves,
            Who screams release in their minds.

                       To the girls, heartbroken and crushed,
            Full of if I hads.
                      Girls unique and soft hearted
           But indescribable, and full of I should haves.

                    To girls just born,
           Who doesn't know life yet full of it,
                   Do not run,
           You are forever going to be Lit.

                   Words can't explain how fabulous
          Those girls are,
                   I love every part of what's yours
          It isn't enough but just live.

                 This time no turning back. Regrets and all.
                                Be you. You is beautiful.