A ROBUST ME

The brawn in my shoulders, capable of moving boulders.
The cramps in my gut, don't let my mind shut.
My mirth competent to blossom nature,
My rage as keen as entablature.

Yet, these contrivances are camouflaged by my sanity,
Where people think I say these out of vanity,
There will come a time, when people will realise,
That a woman so impassive,poised, reliable never lies.