She doesn’t enter loud She shifts the air Conversation slows People become aware Not spotlight Not command Just gravity Where she stands Bassline deep, steady. She becomes the room Without asking She becomes the room By being No proving No announcement Just presence In movement Internal layering: Low breath Soft step No debt No threat She doesn’t chase attention It bends She doesn’t take the floor It extends You feel it in your chest Before your mind names it You feel your spine adjust As if to claim it She becomes the room Because she is aligned Body Voice Mind Not larger Not smaller Just centered Strings begin to swell. Since she stopped shrinking To make others comfortable She became Unstoppable Not loud Not fast Just rooted At last Repeat mantra: She becomes the room She becomes the room Not because she tries Because she’s true true true
