Poems Of A Beautiful Storm

I am not her.

I am not her.

I don't stand tall like her,walk with grace and sophistication.
I don't stand with the stature of a warrior.
I don't radiate power that makes others tremble.
I don't have the smile that shines like the rising sun or the hair that flows like water.
I don't have the curves fit for a goddess like hers.
I don't have her booming voice that makes men quiver with fear and lust.
I don't have eyes that overflow with confidence like her.
I don't have waves of radiance flowing from the fibres of my being.
I am not her.
But, I do have my hands that create things bigger than fear.
I have my mind that flows smoother than a deep river.
I have my words that captivate the mind and entangle the soul.
I have my love that builds layers upon itself to create a wall.
I have my motivation that whisps around me like a autumn wind.
I have my inspiration that carries me further than any person ever dares.
I have my personality that separates me from dullness and normality.
I have my impatience that pushes me to work for satisfactory results.
And I have myself, pure, raw, and untouched by you or your expectations in who I should be.
She cannot say the same
-Teresa Aka Tessa and Felicity