Very rare to see that face of hers
Where her teeth are clenched tight and jaw juts out
Eyes penetrating, so different from their natural kindness

Very rare to see that stance of hers
Body tight, knees locked,
Shoulders back and head high she looks down upon you
No matter if you're 2 feet above or below

Very rare to here that voice of hers
Rigid with rage but with an eerie calm
Selective with the words that can tear you apart
Without ever the intention of putting you back together

Very rare to see these all combined
She is calm, a kind person, generous and forgiving
But cross that line, tell a lie
You just might come across that venom inside