An ode to my backpacking girlfriends…you inspire me

I am a little bit chipped on the side, like the reading lamp on the bed side
I don’t hide my faults or straighten my waves alright, I would rather glow in my own light, cos baby I am real

I am chirpy, fluffy and vivy most times but when you ask for it,
I assure you will have a tough fight. When its serious, I never take it light cos baby I am real

I was never miss nice in school they said look at her all alone such a fool,
Didn’t do what they thought was cool or behaved like just another cartoon cos baby I am real

Now, I carry fewer clothes than season in a year
There are better things that I hold dear, I want to travel everywhere far and near cos baby I am real

Yes, honey I carry my life on my back And chuck it myself on the bus’s upper rack,
And not wait for gentleman to handle my rucksack cos baby I am real

My world has no shade of grey, neither does it have any pink rays. Those are just damn old tricks by dirty pricks,
I am, my sweetie, red, green and all things mix cos, yes your are right, baby I am real

I could be glam, I could be sham, and I could be tall with finches of heel and have lots of air
But who are we kidding my darling, I will rather be ugly, if ugly is real.

After this or after that, I won’t tell my dreams, those are things that I wrote and filled reams
To cow down and act like they were never part of the grand scheme, cos baby wake up, this is your time to dream