A Women of All Odds
Please pay no attention to the women behind those books
Intelligence is over-rated; twerking is all the new rage
“She” I-I mean ME lacks this sense of common knowledge
As well as self-esteem, so she dumbs it down by illustrating ignorance in order to please
I must be accepted so I dare not be smarter than a fifth grader, a computer
nor any man that I come in contact with
Yes! Take pity on me; rescue me as if I am a damsel in distress
Let me portray my assets, paint over my face with transparent colors
And take pride in my appearance and not my intellect
Direct your attention away from that OBJECT behind those books
And please pay no mind to that women being kindhearted
In fact TAKE “her” kindness for naïve-ness
I was told that I’m too emotional and sensitive
I dare not feel, so I’ll mask all my emotions
And even numb my curiosity to all the wonders that love has to offer
Take it a step further and even audition for a spot on to the “Bad Girls Club”
Being romantic is in fact hopeless
So instead ill manipulate and break others spirts
Reduce them to an abyss of nothingness and take pride in being rootless
Direct your attention away from that HEARTLESS mirage
And please ignore that woman exercising her courage
In fact she is most likely suffering from a case of “temporary nervousness depression”
The public is no place for her, actually “there’s no place like home”
So place “her” I-I mean me on brain-rest
Log onto IG and follow because LEADING takes too much effort of courage
Ignoring my animal instincts is how I gain acceptance
Speaking up is ridiculous!
So let me digest these false truths that the media force feeds me
Follow me; as I follow the follower who is also following…
Direct your attention away from that COWARDLY woman
And pay no attention to the woman behind the curtain
She… no I-I am a women of great expectations
This illusion of what a woman should be is greatly opinionated
Do I disappoint because I do not fit your stereotype of intelligence?
Am I weak for wanting to indulge myself and others with self-love?
How do I persevere without showing any residue of courage?
Why must I falsify who I am in order to fit someone else’s perception?
“I have spoken!”
Now direct your attention to The Women of all Odds