Of She Poem by eve Taylor

Ever since,

she was named,

she was always she,

that's what they'd see,

what they'd call,

an object called she,

more a proper name,

than her given noun,

she was second,

she was third,

she was she,

so I've heard,

but there's nothing more,

to that name,

for she,

had to defame,

she just had to ignore,

now she is she,

now that she can see,

the worth of a name,

under her own fame.