Women Are Not Ladies
Ladies are overrated. Women, they're underrated.
My whole life I have been told to be lady like.
Don't act like a man,
don't talk with your mouth full,
don't intimidate a man.
Don't stand up for yourself,
wait for a man to fight your battles.
Sit with your legs crossed,
be proper and prim,
don't be bold or say what's on your mind.
Following these intructions has led to a world of pain.
I am telling you,
being a lady is overrated.
Being a woman, that's underrated.
Being a woman is not being quiet.
It is not doing what you can to keep the peace.
Being a woman is being a force of nature.
You don't go with the waves,
you ride them to your destination,
No matter who is or isn't around,
you do what you have to strive for what you deserve.
A woman is an earthquake to those who fear her,
shaking there world.
Weak men fear a strong woman,
So they ask us to be a lady.
They fear women on the rise.
So do not underestimate us women
because I am not a princess
I'm a warrior
I don't sit on a throne of flowers,
I climb to the top of my empire
of which I have built alone
out of the sticks and stones cast at me
as I was struggling to stand or even breathe
they threw them down
and they tried to bury me
but do men not understand the power a woman carries?
You push a woman down,
you threaten her livelihood
You break her to the point where
the only option is to strive
because for a good woman,
defeat is never an option.
this is not a crown upon my head
it's a headdress created from
the trash you lead me to believe I was
remade anew into a beautiful design.
I am no damsel in distress although I may be stressed,
I am struggling because of my growth
and my growth will never end.
Why would I need anyone to save me
from the better version of me I could become?
I am not a doe,
fragile and startled at noises in the wood.
I am a lioness, fierce
bold and protective.
Women protect themselves and those they love.
Men should not fear a strong woman
that means he himself is not a strong man.
This world consists of many weak men.
That is why they try to objectify us.
Power and brains from a woman is a threat to their lifestyle.
The men who tried to put out my light were only afraid of the fire I would start
because the fire in which I burn will rise
rise higher than any building skyscraper or bird because the match that lights my fire is passion
and there is no end to which my passion burns.
Don't underestimate us women,
for we are not mermaids, but sirens.
The next time you try to silence me,
I'll remind you I am NO lady,
I am a woman, a masterpiece created originally for me to fulfill a purpose.
That purpose is not to make a man happy,
My purpose is to be a vicious free spirit Godess,
unstoppable, invisible, untouchable.
So please,
do not underestimate us women.
~blu
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