It’s you.

You have all this power.

You’re a tornado,

Swallowing everything in its wake

And making it spin to your rhythm.

You’re growing,

Becoming what everyone told you not to be.

Rebellion is a small word,

Revolution is more like it.

You walk in

And it’s like four people stepped in the ring.

You look in the mirror

And it’s the fight you see,

Day after day, it’s never over.

You thrive in that zone,

Fight is the only life you’ve known.

You run like wildfire,

Blowing up the world, never looking back.

Girl, you’re kicking up a storm,

And you don’t even know it.


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