All eyes on me,
the criticizing gems glaring at me as
this bodacious scarlet gown sweeps across the stage,
caressing every inch of my bare body.
Nervous and irregular breaths escape my chest.
Photography flashes flicker throughout the auditorium,
like the flames of a lit candle.
What do they think of me?
Then my mind wonders,
who are you to judge me
when I don’t even know myself.
My soul possesses confidence and beauty.
I am a warrior by heart.