Thank You

For reminding me who I was.

For what I am capable of.

For bleeding me dry so I could be replenished with fresh.

But I remembered because The Memory Remains.

Remembered what the Borg did to me but Dr. Crusher saved me.

When Doomsday killed me brutally.

When The Undertaker made me an edition to his undefeated Wrestlemaina streak.

When the X-Men defeated me on so many occasions.

When the McMahon’s bled us reminding us of who we were.

When I captured my seventh Women’s Title.

When I died and was reborn again.

When I was hated.

When I was feared.

When I was loved.

When I was cherished.

When I was never backed down.

When I was the Casanova of AP.

When I stood alone.

When only a few helped me.

When Optimus and I killed each other.

When Anakin sacrificed himself.

When I ended the dark reign of Sauron and Sauruman.

When I was untouchable.

When I was soft.

When I was brutal.

When I was relentless.

When I kept going until I had nothing left.

So I thank you for reminding me who the f**k I am.