My great grandmother
Was a gypsy
Is a gypsy
For even though she
Has passed she is around
Mostly silent
As I rarely take the time
She is the only one who
I have met
That makes me
Want to know more
A rich heritage
For one smile
A hundred frowns
Yes a rich heritage
I want to smile
I wonder why
I felt guilty for
Not knowing myself better
And letting myself being made fun of
I know myself fine
An autonomous being
Wandering without a home
Without much of anything
Snacking toasted buckwheat bowls
I like it this way
I think she did too