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That April Girl #aprilhassprung

I'm an April born girl, always been cradled in the hands of spring
Born amid the verdant hills, where nightingales still ardently sing
I love the kiss of the wind upon my skin, the sun warming my bones
I play with both - the fire and the water, but never swords and stones.

Because heaven couldn't handle both me and the jealous past kings
Persephone conjured flowers to cushion my fall when I lost my wings.
She's always had a soft spot for me but Hades rules the underworld
So she tried to tempt him to my side - put on her makeup and twirled
But he was pretty adamant and let the many green eyes make the call.
They made excuses, which never made any sense, to justify my fall -
Said I was too vicarious and gave inferiority complexes to them all;
This I can believe as they're just vain while I am stunning, after all.

Here I'm cradled by the valleys, comforted by the white carnations
In the human world, I try to live surrounded by selfish starvations
Yet there is an ornate beauty down here unlike any I've seen before
A celebration of being alive, in all your songs, dances and folklore.

They'll never recognize this, for their heads are always in the clouds
Too preoccupied with being "famous" and part of the popular crowd
Too proud of their perfection, of their limitless beauty with no flaws,
Of being around since before the sun was the only star that ever was.
Unknowing how the shadows make the light seem so much brighter
Awaken the inner beauty to rule, make the white glow even whiter
Uniqueness embroidered intricately, everyone notices eventually
Earth's imperfections - blemished splendor to behold perpetually.

For all your diversity, their perfect pride and your flawed beauty
So different yet the same - no cares, no worries, no sense of duty,
A 'just let it go' attitude, a twisted sense of loyalty - your rumors!
And honesty brusquely mocked away everyday in the name of humor.