I must be incomplete,
Unless there is a man as a centerpiece.
I must be a certain waist size,
Get ridiculed behind my back otherwise.
I must be a saintly image,
Cannot survive reputation damage.
I must be a beauty - morning, noon and night,
Shabbiness anytime is a luxury denied.
I must be a soft spoken kindred spirit,
Bold personality is not a desired prerequisite.
I must cry a lot,
Frazzled nerves get easily fraught.
I must be a fool,
Intelligent women are not the rule.
The list goes on and on,
Assumptions, old and worn.
Most still try to dictate what I should want,
Any deviation results in a cruel taunt.
Traditional role is suggested as my fate often,
Obvious like flames in an oven.
Shameful, frigid and old,
Missing out on pleasures I am told.
My happiness is easily refutable,
After all my choices are delusional.
How do I dare to be different?
As I simultaneously risk becoming insignificant!
I am defined by others wantonly,
Without any thought frankly.
Facts matter you see,
Discard prejudice is my only plea.
I am not scared or subdued,
Defined by me, not you.
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