Wildfire

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

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