She Was Never Locked Out

They thought she was searching for something.

A door.

A permission.

A way in.

They watched her carefully,

the precision of her gaze,

the quiet confidence,

the way she held the key like it already belonged to her.

What they didn’t understand

was that she had never been on the outside.

The rules had simply never applied.

Every block, every fragment, every version of her

was not a limitation 

but a choice.

She does not unlock doors.

She decides

whether they exist at all.