You look at me and forget

I was strong before I was pretty 

 

You disregard my mind in hopes that my heart is a path leading you to my body and briefly

I regret to have met you, you see my eyes before you hear my voice

 

For you have already forgotten the first rule; I am strong 

 

So when I love, I love strongly

And when I hurt, I hurt badly 

 

But when I scream, in dark alleyways, with my skirt up at my hips and you question whether this is out of fear or excitement,

 

my strength will show you, my voice will be heard