Can you, for sure, say that you are alright?

I, with utter ease, can say no I’m not.

I am like a porcelain doll, fragile,

I am easy to break, easy to bend, helpless

To all of your twistedness intentions.

I am powerless to all your pressure.

Can you, for certain, overcome the struggle?

I, with utter contentment, can say yes

I am strong, as if I was a tornado,

I can transport a matter into the air

And throw it to the farthest of distances.

I am the embodiment of resistance.

Despite your iron fist and a tight grasp,

I will resist your manipulation.