It was her tears that made her stronger

A woman is strong until she don't trust

What good are the pretty clothes?
when your soul is dirty

There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.

I respond to many names.
Sometimes I am different people.
Sometimes I am the me that howls in
the night.
Sometimes I am the sickening silence.
I wear moonlight in my hair and bare
my teeth.