You Have To Become a Shark

she lives life to the maximum pushing herself off the land into sea striding toward sharks in still waters acting as if she only sees octopus her confidence is unparalleled the rest of us watch, cowering fearful of what might happen as she lives as boldly as any warrior she is afraid of nothing one says to me his eyes hold the light of eye I taught her that, I assure him proud of my indestructible daughter is there a way into her heart? He asks me he is the first one brave enough to ask her father first I take a long look at him; he might be the one you have to become a shark, I tell him. She likes bad boys.