Bonita
Bonita
Fierce and demanding,
She turned the cornered,
She also turned heads with her words, nuclear
She stumbled and she fell, with the high heels to the belles,
The thick skin grew and she made herself a shell, tougher than a turtle but still softer than a snail,
The aloofness caused some distance but she preferred it to no avail,
She lived life with no vain and went away with a flair.