Alisha.

The first time I met her, the first thing I noticed were her hands. They were petite, with nail-polished fingertips, chipped and weathered. She smiled the smile that would thaw the coldest of hearts at me and introduced herself. And that was how I met Alisha. She is an amazing woman, proud, and headstrong, but not within reason. She is to concerned now with the well-beings of others to stand up for herself, and this has led to her being hurt by those who would seek to use her. She is someone who would tell you something exactly how it is, and rarely kept anything from you, unless she thought it would hurt you. She stands up for her friends if they are hurt, and would go to almost any length to protect them.
She has grown more than anyone else in the three years I’ve known her. She has matured in a way many thought impossible. Her social hiatus has caused her to grow into being an incredible woman, flawed, but perfect at the same time. Her stubbornness is tempered with passion, for life, and feeling. She is a beautiful woman, with ebony and sanguine straightened hair framing her glorious ivory face. Being shorter than many doesn’t mar her natural beauty one iota, and she maintains an air of dignity where many couldn’t. Of all the people I have ever met, none as so under-appreciated or amazing as her.