how tiring it must be
to be a Black Widow
to be a woman trained in the art of becoming
to be a chameleon with human skin
to be hyper aware of everything around you
to be incapable of being anything but what they expect from you
there is a hollow victory in never being compromised
in fooling even those closest to you
in pulling the wool over everyone’s eyes
in remaining an enigma
forever undefined
Natasha Romanoff [poem]
