look at me.
look how fragile i seem on the outside.
look at my mahogany eyes,
my walnut hair streaked with the sun's rays.
my kind smile, fair skin.
i look innocent, don't i?
i look harmless, right?
i can break easily?
no.
my heart is made of steel,
only growing stronger each time i let someone in that betrays me.
my soul is cut out of the strongest, hardest
diamond out there,
but it is equal parts obsidian and milky opal.
i can throw a punch that would surprise a grown man;
hear my roar from within.
i may look like a lady-
act like one, too,
but i am stronger than i look.
i have been knocked down more times than i can count,
and i have picked myself up each time,
becoming smarter, stronger, more experienced.
i will not change for you,
dress for you,
sugarcoat for you.
but you know what i will do?
surprise you.
i will always surprise you.