They say act demure, to always act nice
Men don’t like women whose a tad manlier
Legs are closed together, hands on your thighs
When in truth, deep inside I am stronger
When you do not have something remotely
Sounding feminine to even convey
Just flash a big smile ever so sweetly
Put all of those sad, stupid thoughts away
But I’m not demure, sure as hell not nice
My words are like knives, my passion my pride
I am burning hell buried deep in ice
That will flourish, endure like a wildfire
I am more than what you conceive of me
Better and harder and faster and free
Airah Writes 