She has a voice to fill the room
a song to the highest rafters

The self is hidden
behind the face and figure

She is woman
a woman, any at all

A sweep of hair
a curve of lashes
against a high cheekbone

Showcased limbs
and pleasing shape

But she?
The voice
the bravado
the brazen courage

She is color
and movement
and so very alive

in a world
that wants its women
living in two flat dimensions

She stands
fully formed
unapologetic