I was told to act like a lady and speak sugar coated words.
Cover my face in make up and look pretty for the world.

I was told to act like a lady and wear skirts not jeans.
Impress people around and make them all happy.

I was told to act like a lady and be polite to everyone.
Suffocate my own dreams and live like others.

I was told to act like a lady and keep my voice down.
Just pass smiles and not to laugh out loud.

I was told to act like a lady and be a lovable doll.
Let them play with me while I can't put up any walls.

I won't act like a lady and there's nothing you can do.
I'll be whoever I want to be, it's my kingdom to rule.

The beauty of a woman
is in the poems she's wrote,
the dreams she's weaved
and all the stories she's told.

The beauty of a woman
is in the adventures she's taken,
the lives she's touched
and all the minds she's awakened.

The beauty of a woman
is in the caring she gives,
the sincerity in her laughter,
and the passion in her griefs.

It's not the expensive clothes she owns,
her body size, the diamonds she's worn.
Measure not the beauty of woman in gold,
for the beauty of a woman is reflected in her soul.

"She's beautiful,
what a lovely girl she is"
look,she always felt proud
born as a girl
those "Society" pampered her
but along with her growing
who knew,who knew
the same beauty would be a problem
who knew,those garces would be her enemy
restriction,boundaries they made
insecure surrounding was there
a little fat on body,she's Ugly they claim
a little scar on face & they say no beauty remain
equality,that's only the "talk" they made
parents with daughter,fear was created
if she's beauty.she was *****
if she's ugly,she was to be blamed

she's strong than you think
not every "SHE" but its not like,it can't be
those freedom boys have
sometime she envy
she sometime thinks
nature did cheat on girls
with those ***** & *****
& she often thinks
is it a boon or a curse to have that beauty??

All the words
All those scenes she's directing inside her mind
The songs she keeps on listening
Or the silences when she thinks --

Boy, you must be so beautiful
She must have been going insane
She constantly finds you running in circles
Her mind becomes your track and field

She keeps on hoping
Like a well, someday it'll have water shortage
She is hoping for you, someday it's coming to an end
But your smile, your glances -- like a battery she is recharged .

And the cycle starts all over again.

~~ Criss ∞