As a woman in this world,
We’re told to behave.
Be in your limits,
Don’t dare to crave.
For centuries it has been,
Women treated less than men.
They were things to conquer
And humans to tame.
They shouldn’t be seen,
Neither the skin nor hide
Taught to sit silent,
And let anger pass as a tide.
But there was someone
A different woman, Oh yes.
Who knew her boundaries,
But couldn’t care less
She made her rules,
And broke many of the others.
She set sails to her destiny,
Not caring for the chatters.
A young boy, mesmerized
Asked her once.
You’re not ordinary,
Coz you act like a princess.
She looked at him and smiled,
Twirling her hair, she replied.
I’m not a princess mon chéri,
For I’m the Queen of my life.
I’m glad you liked my poem! 🙂
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