I stand tall and clench my fists and feel as though I could punch a hole in the ground.
In my mind, I’m a fighter, a rebel, something akin to an Amazon or a Valkyrie.
I look small and weak, but inside I know who I am, who I want to be, who I will become.
When I stretch and hear bones popping I feel as though I’m transforming. There is a rage inside this small frame that’s screaming for an outlet.
I desire the strength of a wild beast.
I want to gnaw and claw my way through the world, gaining the respect of all who challenge me and fail to destroy me.
One day I will gain the power that I desire, for I have already seen it, and I will make it mine.