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I am confident because I am a woman,
Not a reflection of someone else’s desires,
Not an object to be shaped by their whims,
But a vibrant force, grounded and inspired.
They think they own my beauty,
As if it’s theirs to claim and consume.
But I’m the storm that shakes their ground,
A force of nature, bold and unbound.
Each scar I bear tells of my fight,
A testament to strength and might.
I rise like fire, daring and bold,
Defying limits they’ve tried to mold.
I honor the woman in my own mirror,
Her spirit unbroken, her vision clear.
If my independence stirs their unease,
Let my truth rise like a tempest, swift as the breeze.
I refuse to fit into their narrow confines,
Living authentically, where my spirit shines.
As free as the winds that weave through the trees,
With aspirations that soar beyond their pleas.
When their illusions begin to crumble and fall,
They lash out like shadows, but I stand tall.
Their approval was never my measure of worth;
I’ll reflect on this journey with pride and mirth.
Finding strength in each “no” that I dared to speak,
In every chain I shattered, in every dream I seek.
My path is my own, uniquely defined;
I am here—embracing the fire in my mind.
With courage as my compass and hope as my guide,
I’ll honor my story, with nothing to hide.
This poem celebrates female empowerment and self-identity, articulating the strength and resilience of a woman who refuses to conform to societal expectations. The speaker asserts her independence, using vivid imagery and metaphors to convey her journey of self-discovery. Themes of defiance, beauty, and personal growth resonate throughout, as she embraces her scars as symbols of strength. The flow of words enhances the emotional impact, creating a powerful anthem for authenticity and self-acceptance. Overall, this work serves as a bold declaration of individuality and a rejection of external validation.
Deepika M Oct 20
I didn't come here to have fun
I came here to become who i thought  I  would be
I will **** myself if it means to get that lifestyle
I am going to have what i want in my life
I will do anything to get there even if it means my soul will be
     wrecked
Even if it means i will be burnt alive
Even if it means i will be buried alive
I will rise up from ashes and ground.
Broken dreams hurts so bad
But not as much as regret
I am going to be wolf rather than a sheep in a flock
Deepika M Oct 8
You tell me how i should live
You tell me to be a sheep in a flock
But what if i am actually a wolf
Can i become a sheep and live?(Disguise)
I don't wanna do that.


what should i be ?
A sheep in a flock or a lone wolf in a world full of sheep flocks?
Onyx Sep 27
People can not understand what I am
They seem to believe there is only woman and man
I wear clothing based upon my mood
Jeans and a muscle tank or skirts and formfitting shirts
Changing constantly never fitting in
Being myself in whatever brings me comfort in my skin
My pronouns they may vary
From neutral to more feminine or masculine
Purely nonbinary and simply me
just being myself
Zywa Dec 2023
Love me, so leave me

alone, there is no place here --


but for me, you see.
Puberty
Poem "Animals" (1990, Louise Glück)

Collection "Wean Di"
Zywa Aug 2023
Life used to revolve

around us when we were young --


Today it still does.
"Het tankstation op de route" - 2 ("The filling station on the route" - 2, 2013, Jan Baeke)

Collection "Stall"
Coleman M Lowe Aug 2022
The thought police are after me,
Cause your mind I would free.
Your thoughts are yours,
And mine, my own.
My mind it roams,
Wherever I please.
Do not tell me I'm wrong.
Or this must cease.
Nor, they  don't belong.
Perhaps to you,
They don't belong.
But,
What's mine is mine.
All day long.
Perhaps this should be a song.
And thousands upon thousands,
Wish to sing along.
Then perhaps you might see.
Individuality and not conformity,
Is the way to be.
And truly set yourself free.
be yourself don't worry about how others perceive you. Don't try to be what you are not just to please those around yoo
Zywa Jul 2022
I'm trying so hard

nót to conform, otherwise --


I would go crazy.
"Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4" ("Like it or not - Faxing Ger #4", 2021, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2022
What on Earth
took you? Do we dare land?

A lark of descension. An aborted beginning.
Moon trills.

Captain is dead
at the controls.
Mother gives birth in the airlock.

Trouble in the passageways.
A struggle to name it.
A drink before eclipse.
All that's wrong with the world
sounds like harmonium in the (wishing) well.

First flight over Hölderlin's Archipelago,
creating new and stranger versions
in the sandclouds.
So this is
Tharsis Rise?
Life without a trace.

Non-terrestrial Martian field.
Halcyon flowering seas. A rock with no trees,
no urban hopes.

Yet, the whole universe inside
wants to be touched.
I love you in zero gravity,
pushing tender buttons.
*** as solution.
Moon trills.

A kiss of atmosphere.
This alien womb.
Those android embargoes.
Our children are born echoes of astronauts.
Lunar schedules
their first words.

There's a lightspeed sensibility
to this type of marriage and parenting:
no leaving the hub,
no exit procedure.

The Sol they sing
is a harm hymn,
moon trills,
subject to the ladder and the weight of breath
this outside Earth.

But I love you in the veil of a twilight moon.

We're monuments
burned into moments.
Moments without a beyond.
Zywa Jan 2022
I'm getting older:

more experiences, more --


different from you.
"Opgelost" ("Dissolved", 2019, Ellen Deckwitz)

Collection "On the fly"
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