My lungs are made

Of fire.

My heart is made,

Of ice.

My words combine

To make steam.

They will burn you

With no hesitation.

I sit on a throne

Made of thorns,

With the occasional flower

Poking through.

I walk on a path

Made of hate.

I did not make it so,

I simply stomp it down.

Give me a pen,

I will use it as a sword.

My words can destroy

And demolish kingdoms.

I am powerful and strong,

But also loving and kind.

I am

Impossible.

So do not reduce me

To simply “pretty”

Or “sexy”

Or “hot”.

I will use

My fire and steam

To melt and burn

Your words.

I am not

Your decoration

Or your eye candy

Or your “sweetheart”.

I am your ruler,

And I rule

With a fist

Of flames.

I cannot be subdued,

Objectified, or

Reduced to anything

Less than what I am.

I am

A woman,

And every woman

Is me.