He calls me
queen –
Why all
these labels?
Why all
these stamps?
Why can’t I
be me… a woman,
Capable of
so much more
Than just
being – beautiful and grand!
Than just being a plaything,
“What’s up doll-face?” he asks with his
cigarette butt stuck between his full lips.
I flick my
hair with attitude
To remind
him of my worth
As I walk
away,
I shake my
hips with the sway of the music,
I simply
breakaway.
I’m no
puppet,
I’m no doll
I am a woman
capable of so much more than meets the eye!
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