She is a work of art, a masterpiece no one could decipher.
She had jet black hair that runs smoothly through her shoulder
And a smile that could light up the skyscrapers of Manhattan in fire
She handles herself in elegance, always prepared like a solider
They tried to make her believe she was incomplete
That everything was by her feet but a man
She smiles and doesn’t flinch or skip a beat
When she says she’s complete because she’s done.