Who She Is
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She was never
the type, to be played with--
like a toy, then forgotten
and disposed of the next day.
Nor was she a pet,
that would beg, whimper
for attention-- and simply obey.
She was not a chair
one could stumble over
and sit upon.
He once tried to
make her his sports trophy--
as if she was to be fought over and won.
They gave her a size zero,
to aspire for, as if she longed
for a smaller waist and thinner thighs.
This girl, with her dark hair
and skin encased in melanin,
harbored an unextinguishable fire
in her eyes.
For she was bold---with her words,
with her walk, too bold to succumb
to simplicity in the mind.
With a bright future in her heart,
she could not be like a movie to stop,
pause, skip, or rewind.
This girl was the naked wind,
carrier of her own wings.
This girl, now a young woman,
has become a Queen-- unafraid
to strike and sting.
A free spirit, who cannot be stopped--
she will only pass her enemies by.
When she looks in the mirror,
I call her the Bald Eagle,
she took flight with identity--
and off I fly.