I stand on my own.

Embracing the gusty winds that whistle and blow.

I flow, aside from my hair.

I aspire to be the center piece I declare.

Goodness me.

Let me rock my shades and protect myself from the cloudy influences that say,

“She doesn’t have what it takes”.

Let me prove you wrong and keep striving.

I’m driving through this hate.

I penetrate the eternal eclipse that resides over home plate.

Let me state, “You can’t stop my mission, no matter the forces that await…”