Is it dark enough yet ?

Worrier to Warrior

I am a worrier
Does he notice me ?
Is my outfit cute enough ?
Should I have worn makeup ?
Is my hair too much ?
Am I walking weird ?
What is happening to me ?
And in that moment I realize that worry has taken over me
In that moment it's time to pull out the pages, tear them up and re write my story
I am a warrior
Brace yourself for the storm that is coming your way
The storm that doesn't stop to check if her acne is overtaking her face
Sword check
Armour check
Shield check
This warrior is more than ready for battle
She does not worry if he notices her because the moment she walks through a door all eyes are on her
She does not worry if the colours in her outfit match because even if they don't she is the embodiment of fashion
Her definition of makeup is waking up like this
Her 4c curls are the bomb
no second guessing here she did not spend hours on this twist out to worry about if someone else cares
The battle is already won the moment she walks in
Head held high to the sky
Looking up to the lord who is her strength
Her model walk was nervously practiced in the mirror all her life just for this moment... No her walk does not look weird

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So Idk if this makes sense but like I am really insecure about the way I walk, I knoww it's so weird so that's kind of why it ends like that. But I got the idea from a lady at church she was talking about going from a worrier to a warrior and I thought that was genius. I don't think I made this into the best poem so maybe I'll work on another one with the same idea.

Xoxo, Jada