Thoughts of a Gypsy

I’m just a passionate woman

An artificial red head with roots in two separate cultures

Somehow I feel like I’ve created my own

I’m a warm North European

I’m a cold South Asian

 Where do I belong?


First I must walk this gypsy path

I must wear my armor

I must go against them, show them

Before I can put away my shield and settle down


I am both the light and the dark

I am both the young and the old

I am both the reality and the fantasy

A woman in the present moment

But somehow also always in her dreams


Will I be a blue yellow

Always in love with the blue white red?

My head is constantly filled with questions

But I am far from scared

Because I know

My heart is full of answers



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