She wears an angry frown
Below her invisible crown
She is witty, she is wise
Holds dreams in her vast eyes
She wears a beautiful smile
It doesn't hint absence of pain
She's fought alot of battles
That's how the strength is gained
She is Fierce and feerless
She is torn yet tearless
She is bruised , she is wound
But yet not consumed..
She hit the bullseye with her dart
She is not someone you can thwart
She is the doll they tried to break
But victory is her piece of cake..
Don't try to be her armor
She is the mightiest of swords
Her sharpness is in her wits
She is the warrior of words..
Dont be decieved by the splendor
She ain't really so tender
It will be love if it ever will
To which she will truly surrender
You make her all alone
She"ll have her own back
You throw her to the wolves
And she'll return leading the pack...
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