This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Ship chapter.
It is a bottle. It is yellow. It is a skyscraper.
It is liquid love. It is a fish in a stream.
It is a bubble on the brink of popping.
It is a straw sucking up every last drop.
It is paper. It is blue. It is acres of land.
It is ink poisoning. It is withering veins.
It is a rip, a tear, a fold, a mistake.
It is an exploding pen messing everything up.
It is a child. It is orange. It is a volcano.
It is fragile. It is power. It is conquering.
It is lightening striking through concrete.
It is fearless. It is motivation. It is woman.