I am a beacon
Brimming with the joy of a new day.
I am light, I am noir.
A compass in which people look to for guidance.
I am my own worst enemy.
Perfection is strived to be my reflection but my mind narrows in on imperfection.
With hopes that rival towering monuments, how unrealistic am I?
Nevertheless I withstand with a perseverance that rages like a meteor shower in the dead of night.
I am not defined by material things
Shoes, bags, lipsticks, and clothes
Mere masks and costumes, I am a chameleon
I am defined by wisdom, intelligence, and self worth
Swaddled with gentleness by a high power that reigns in the heavens.
I am a daughter of A Master who fabricated the universe in the palm of His hands.
The epitome of what God praises and what God cannot bear to see.
Behold, I sing praises of words that resonate in the hearts of mundane people.
Behold, for in my imperfection not even Death can defeat me
I am fully clothed in the armor of God