Page 13 - The Unseen Language of the Heart
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BE MY OWN WOMAN
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It wasn’t air that clogged my throat tight
As I placed my first footstep outside
It wasn’t the ground that sank its baring teeth into my flesh
As I escaped and ran into the distance
It was the expectations after expectations
That toxicated my systems and mind
Of what I am to be.
What am I? I asked them
And they threw me lists
Of what a woman, with all notes and all its reminders,
Must be, should be,
Being poised yet firm,
Independent yet silent,
Graceful yet not lustful,
Humourous but staying respectful,
Leader but always remains a follower of another,
And all powerful but abiding.
But what if I want to be just that
A simple woman?
