I am not a puzzle,
Or cracked, like a broken window pane,
I am artwork, not a damsel,
And I feel it when I say my name,

The way the words roll off my tongue,
I am beauty,
I am strong,
I am invincible,

Those who pushed me aside,
Did not deserve the tears I cried.

Cause it's not my fault that they didn't realize,
That the fire in my eyes,
Could spill over and burn them,
That my words could hurt them,

That the lines written in my mind,
Could bring equal parts pleasure or pain,
So listen when I say my name,

It's a call to be seated for a show that's just beginning,
The anthem, before the first inning,

My name is the calm before the storm that is me,
So be seated,
Be ready.