A strong heart,
A brave mind,
A mouth that can threaten and say a mouthful, it's you.

Timid, but strong.
Crazy, but caring,
Kind, but ready to murder.

You are courage, and strength,
You pray because you believe,
And you have your moments.

These little moments of outburts,
And frustration, moments of doubt and confusion, but oh the confidence you have in your God.

The confidence you hold when you happy,
The same confidence you hold when you hurting, and when you tired, it radiates in your walk, your smile, and the little conversations that you hold in that tiny corner that knows one too many secrets.

About you,
Your daughter,
What you stand for,
And the career you aspire to have.

And when you most happy,
It's because you have a spoon on your hand, and the only thing you want to taste are the sweet melodies of your taste buds dancing to the sweet and sour meat from franchises that you should now own.

Your cute poses, your little prayers,
Your untimid anger, it's all bottled in this cute body that you hold dear to you.
Memories that you live on, day in, day out, reminding you of all the beauty that life still has for you.

Although you are unruly with words time and time again, in little moments, I see you. The you that you are when you most vulnerable.

The quiet you,
The sad you at times,
The sweet kind you,
The baby you,
The you that wants to be special to someone, even if it's yourself.

I see that, and I smile.

Not because I can,
But because you have not lost to the world. Even when studying gets hard and you want to cry your heart out, you still hold on, because behind all that, there is a warrior, a fortress woman, one who in stands even when storms try to push her over, you still stand.

And that is a quality I never want you lose.
Hold it dear to your heart, sometimes it's the only thing you have to win in this battle called life.

-Black_Phoenix
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