The Spit Fire

Dedicated to a wonderful, brilliant & intelligent young woman I met at Blues socials a couple of months ago, who has quickly become a good friend. Keep marching to your own beat, because you're beautiful & doing so damn good at it. 

She spins & you feel the heat,
Emitting from the twirl of her skirt,
One look & she's already got you beat,
But she knows what it feels like to be hurt.

She smiles as she sits sipping her drink,
Swaying her hips lightly to the tune of the song,
The song escalates & takes her to the brink,
It is only a moment but it feels long.

She doesn't play coy, no - she's too confident,
It shows by the flames she produces on the dance floor,
She can keep flow of conversation constant,
Every word proving she's anything but a bore.

So you watch as the spit fire dances in circles & squares,
Abandoning her past wears & tears,
She's illuminated with a fire from within her,
And as long as the music plays, she will keep moving for sure.

- SB
1.20pm, 22nd Oct 2015
Bangunan Peperiksaan, UM


SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two. 

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