Is the cause of so many grievances
Yes, the world in which we live
Does expect one to follow, to be made of acceptance
The one who goes off his line
Is surely the one to be seen as the odd kind
But the one who chooses his path,
By speaking up for what he believes is truth
Does cause the rest to toss and turn, being filled with nightmares
Being filled with scares
Being filled with despite
Oh how they wish they had, in their hands, power so absolute
But how fulfilling
To speak up for yourself
To fight for your right
That of being a woman, one of a kind, indeed, a matter to celebrate
How fulfilling indeed
To be the fresh lawn among the dried up weed
To be the rose among the thorns
To rise in spite of scorns
How fulfilling
To see the green eyed monster breeding
Growing and growing to become something so ugly
Something diseased, even unearthly
How fulfilling
To speak up for oneself
How fulfilling
Why, I do feel like I have been given a new breath!
How fulfilling
How fulfilling
Pray, a woman of inner strength I am
A woman living life, as if it were a dream!
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