What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I am supposed to see a woman, with her head held high and shoulders back.
An object, something to admire.
Someone who has appeal, but is not too enticing or distracting.
Someone who enjoys quiet things, never yells or gets angry, and who is polite.
Who likes soft colors and never gets in the way.
**** That.
I see a beast that with pride in her step, and roars at people who confront her.
Her eyes are black slits riddled with challenge, and stares into the minds of those that are confused by her.
Her fur is not well kept out of spite or laziness, and flows in all different directions.
The bright colors shriek, "I am here. I will be seen."
Her claws are ready to protect herself from predators, who seek to destroy the mindset she is in.
The beast never slinks around or avoids being seen.
When she walks, she makes sure every step counts and strides forwards with confidence.
Fierce. Intimidating. Loud.
I am a woman. My roar makes the earth tremble in terror.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 4:46 PM UTC
What do you see when you look in the mirror?
I am supposed to see a woman, with her head held high and shoulders back.
An object, something to admire.
Someone who has appeal, but is not too enticing or distracting.
Someone who enjoys quiet things, never yells or gets angry, and who is polite.
Who likes soft colors and never gets in the way.
**** That.
I see a beast that with pride in her step, and roars at people who confront her.
Her eyes are black slits riddled with challenge, and stares into the minds of those that are confused by her.
Her fur is not well kept out of spite or laziness, and flows in all different directions.
The bright colors shriek, "I am here. I will be seen."
Her claws are ready to protect herself from predators, who seek to destroy the mindset she is in.
The beast never slinks around or avoids being seen.
When she walks, she makes sure every step counts and strides forwards with confidence.
Fierce. Intimidating. Loud.
I am a woman. My roar makes the earth tremble in terror.
strength is key
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