Today she is running silent,
But tomorrow, she might be violent.
Because, tears by tears,
She built an empire,
Letting her virtuous soul underneath
Become the Queen of her authority.
Isolated from all the critics,
Running silent from all the lunacy.
Her silent voice is emphatic,
Her absence can make you deceptive.
Running deep to the extend you will never know,
Even in the darkness, she can still glow.
She defines the essence of virtue,
She is the beauty with the attitude.
With her turbulent currents,
flowing beneath her calm exterior,
She made herself a metallic lady,
Letting no man say what she can’t be.
She is the angel of her halo,
She is the fire of her inferno.
A woman of iron and silk,
Amazingly firm yet smooth at a blink.
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