She wasn't here to ride side-saddle.
She walked into the ring in rhinestones and rage.
Flanked by silence, followed by headlines.
They said it was too much.
She said it was just enough.
Her Measure: "the best things rise when you stop measuring"
Your Becoming: Next time you hear “too much,” remember:
they said that about miracles too.
This isn’t the perfume.
It’s the prequel.
The scent arrives when she does.