Unbreakable At first, she is earth, strong and #life-giver, Then, secondary, a pretty dress for a pretty picture, The warrior, the lioness, and with nothing, still richer, Whether princess or fighter, wanderer, hitcher, She is told her worth lies in male eyes, Strong but submissive and accepting the lies, She strips away her fur, and hides her true size, She runs from the humanity, in plastic disguise, But she was told to by mother, she trusted and fell, In her mind, she tortures herself, a personal hell, And the standards she set in the stories they'd tell, "You need another half, or you're an empty shell", But when she stands in the face of a million judging eyes, Heavy with burdens and baggage to the skies, Battle scars scattered on body and in mind, With the wings in her soul she can still fly, She is unbreakable.