A girl with russet hair that shimmers like gold,

and blue eyes that ripples like the ocean,

with freckles splattered like paint across her moon pale face.

That's how I see Ruby Rose.

I also see locks of strawberry blonde,

and eyes of faint green.

A birthmark on her right hand just like me.

Or maybe a freckle on the bottom of her foot.

Perhaps she has skin soft as flower petals,

and motherly arms wide open.

She has a strong beliefs and protects her family at all costs.

Ruby looks like a dainty flower who doesn't lack beauty,

yet she's a fierce warrior who fights fear with her bare hands. 

That's how I see Ruby Rose.

 She has dark skin that knows the sun far too well,

and calloused feet that dance along the river.

She dresses in feathers and beads,

her neck holds a jewelry of turquoise,

knowingly following the stereotypes of our people.

That's how I see Ruby Rose.

A distant spirit that grew up by my side,

that I one day dream of finally standing by her side.

Hand in hand,

challenging the world.

That is Ruby Rose.