As you like it

As tender as a peach
Soft and composed
As fiery as a chilly
Emitting and absorbing her own heat
As giving as an angel
Not to be taken for granted
As red as an apple
Blushing at the sight of her crush
As elite as a princess
Skilled at the art of discarding
As hard as a pumice stone
Rough and firm
As helpless as a slave
Surrendering herself to fate
As malleable as metal
With little to say
As determined as a warrior
Ready to take on the world
As dominant as an overpowering god
Leading the way
As shrewd as a snake
Proud of her own venom
As nuanced as a pinwheel of colors
Once spun, all blend into one


Written in response to poem 'That Woman’s Words' from The Fingers Remember by Aditi Rao

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