Quiet, poker-faced, attentive
Malleable like clay, Austen-like in prowess
Such is the non-expressive quality
Of a genius in practice
At life you are either
A bright, and dazzling heroine
Or a dull, saintly, queen
I am a little bit of something
Caught in between
I am quite capable of childish temper
And a crude judgement
I can be quite an adversary
If my anger could not simmer
My gift lies not within a fiery tongue
But the cleverness is contained within the tip of my pen
I was not given a passionate voice and unpredictable mouth
But my undeniable wit seeps at the paper's four corner ends
Eyes are open, never closed
An activist in the day, and a writer by night
Timeless and precious is a woman who frightens,
And encourage with all her might
