If being fierce was a color
It would be bright red
As red as a communist flag waving proudly in the air
If being fierce was a taste
It would taste as rich as a Hershey bar of chocolate
If being fierce was a feeling
It would feel like a high in ecstacy and power
If being fierce was a smell
It would smell like a strong yet feminine fragrance of a goddess
If being fierce was a sound
It would be the pulsating bass of a techno club at midnight