She sat on a bench across the street,
Short yellow dress tight on her skin,
A flower tattooed slightly above her arm,
A tattoo tells a story,
She wanted hers to be known,
The flower spoke of her innocence,
She wished she was never judged by how she dressed,
It spoke of her faith and hope,
Despite her dark moments,
The flower reminded her she could still glow,
She wished for her story to be seen,
So the world could know how she feels,
M