Yes, I don't like wearing dresses
Nor do I like wearing heels
On a blessed Sunday morning
I have no floral arrangements in my inner chambers
And my favorite color is not pink or purple
I wear t-shirts more than crop-tops
Yet they say "show them the thighs young lady"!

Me and my "feminine" best friend called each other "dude" more times than I can remember
As the word bro to us has no gender nor sexuality
Why should I be sassy to be a sissy
Even a familiar individual once asked me with concern
"Why can't you just be like other girls"
Why can't you move your hips accordingly
Just because I liked soccer more than netball

When did not to being a diva became a crime
Not to scream when preaked by little thorn
Why should I cry in front of people
As society has labeled it as weakness
Should I now go around begging for attention when lonely
So that they pity me when bid them farewell
Should I now be uncomfortable wherever
Just so that I can satisfy your expectations

I'm made in his own image
Beautifully made as a matter of fact
With so much love and attention
To please him in season and out of season
I'm A woman
Perfect to my Maker
Even though society labeled me Imperfect

©Nash.the_poet