People ofter understood me. They saw a young man,
small and slight of build. They saw the soft skin and
delicate features, a serious mouth, and clear gray
eyes they often mistook for guileless.
A medium nose, just a little crooked, added a touch
of sweetness to a face framed by quiet black hair.
They saw fragility, heard it in the gentle southern flow
of his voice. And never saw the steel inside. Steel forged
by countless reasons why he is the person the way he is.