MATRIX IN HEELS

she walks into rooms

not to be seen—

but to shift them.

air bends around her.

energy listens.

she doesn’t raise her voice—

her presence speaks volumes.

she feels deeply,

but doesn’t drown.

she cries without crumbling,

leads without losing herself,

loves without leaking.

once, she waited.

for someone to pick her.

save her.

notice her.

now, she chooses herself

with every breath she takes.

she no longer calls chaos “passion”

or silence “peace.”

she knows what safety feels like—

in her body, not just her mind.

her heels don’t slow her down.

they root her into the ground.

because she’s not here to hustle—

she’s here to reign.

she is the paradox.

the pulse beneath power.

the softness that sharpens the room.

the fire that doesn’t burn,

but warms.

she’s not playing in the matrix anymore.

she’s rewriting it.

one regulation,

one boundary,

one breath at a time.

she is

MATRIX IN HEELS