She’s not your vibe, she’s not your lane,  

She’s sugar static in the rain.  

They tried to box her, tried to name—  

She smiled and lit the box in flame.  

She’s not aloof, she’s just aligned,  

With frequencies they’ll never find.  

A sheep in black? Nah, she’s the glow—  

The kind that makes the silence show.  

She doesn’t flex, she doesn’t fight,  

She’s the kind of calm that burns too bright. ✨🖤