I’m not her. I’m She.Don’t mistake the softness for a lack of spine,Or think the
I’m not her. I’m She. Don’t mistake the softness for a lack of spine, Or think the grace you see was easily mine. "Her" is a whisper, a delicate phrase, Waiting for someone to clear out the maze. But I am the builder, the shield, and the blade, Standing alone in the storms I have face