They were used to me being girly
I dreamed to be a thin designer that put others under the control
of my charms
of my domesticity
A cook, a designer, a wife.
Then the world would neglect to critique my abnormality.
But maybe I was smart.
But maybe I was worth more than a spawl of suburban dreams.
What shocked them more than
My opinions My wit My sarcasm My intelligence My prowess
Was (is) my indepence
That their approval was (is) irrelevant.
I am a woman. An unwavering, powerful person of potential.
Of no standards of expectaion.
I create my own.