I command attention, and demand respect.
I take what I want, and give what I get.
I’m told there’s a fine line between sleazy and sexy,
Radical and racy.
I’m often accused of being just a lady.
My love is mistaken as obsession, crying is considered a weapon
Rather than an expression of what I feel inside.
Only because I am just a woman.
Too fragile to be strong, too emotional to hold on,
Too beautiful to have brains, too weak to refrain from
Making a change, or stand for what I believe.
So I ask who draws these lines, and define behind which line I should reside?
Remain the same? Play the game? Place blame? Or aim to tame the lame
Attitude of being just a woman. I emerge from existence, with the essence of
Lessons learned, and the proud title of being a Woman I’ve earned.
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