She shows a kind of
Empty bitterness
And digs deep
With claws of words
To tear one's chest.
She shows a kind of
Character of youth
With flair and resilience
And sharpness of thoughts
To trigger the truth.
She shows a kind of
Power, like a monument
With cutting edge
Thinking skills
We can't resent.
She shows a kind of
Strength and might,
Firmly affixed beneath
The touch of
Unwavering sight.
She shows a kind of
Skill to keep abreast,
Erect like a stanchion,
Head and shoulders
Above the rest.
But she shows respect
For life and worthy cause,
Illuminating qualities
That can never
Be put on pause.
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