fierce and capable
joyful, serene
she stalks the world
like the most regal queen
indomitable of spirit
and whimsically free
she knows in herself
how simply to be
head held high
and chin jutted out
she need only whisper
she never need shout
she radiates power
she emanates poise
her worth is her own
not granted by boys
I look in the mirror
and hope her to find
staring right back
so lovely, refined
I catch only glimpses
but I know she's there
a warrior princess
fiery and fair
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