Can you, for sure, say that you are alright?
I, with utter ease, can say no I’m not.
I am like a porcelain doll, fragile,
I am easy to break, easy to bend, helpless
To all of your twistedness intentions.
I am powerless to all your pressure.
Can you, for certain, overcome the struggle?
I, with utter contentment, can say yes
I am strong, as if I was a tornado,
I can transport a matter into the air
And throw it to the farthest of distances.
I am the embodiment of resistance.
Despite your iron fist and a tight grasp,
I will resist your manipulation.