Who is she?

Does she know why the world turns,

or whose wrinkled fingers tenderly spin it,

on its fragile axis?

Does she ever wonder if she is exclusive,

in her thoughts and feelings,

in this whole world?

Does she understand, anything?

Who is she?

Does she ever walk in vulernability,

or stand in complete solidity,

or forgive shortcomings?

Who is she?

I sure as hell don't know.