Observe these syllables I have arranged in no particular order and pretend to feel some sort of way. Featured story, highest rank #2 in poetry All rights reserved © #Wattys2016

I like to think that I'm pretty tough with my pink hair and tattoos. I like to think that I could conquer the world with my hands tied behind my back and my eyes blindfolded. I like to think that with my name being Blaise Wilda Cafer, I can make others stand in awe when I pass by. But the truth is that I am not the tough person I put out to people. Instead, I am a person who has scars from a past that I would rather not speak about. I am a person who is a big softie that adores her niece. I am a person who can barely handle life as it is. And yet, a person has now barreled into my life with the name of Officer Darcy Suns.