I’m not today’s woman.
I was never yesterday’s woman either.
I’m not popular, nor are the things I do. The ways I think.
The past is the same as the future, only now I’m alright.
Alright with being unpopular.
I embrace it with gratitude.
It’s evident in my words, my home, my love, and my heart.
Don’t feel sorry for me, feel sorry for you. You’re missing out.