I am soft.
Sensitivity is mistaken for weakness
and yet it is the one true strength.
To care, to love, to cry.
I have fought my battles with tears in my eyes
But I won the war.
Standing tall with clear vision above
a mass of people calling me frail.
Every emotion seeps into my heart
through pinholes and passages.
I feel what is meant to be felt-
Feelings aren't fated to stay trapped
behind bone white bars.
I show what others seek to cover
with stony expressions and the words:
spilling heavily from their lips.
And for this I am called delicate.
I am nothing but a girl.
Frills and glitter and emotion,
as if sadness is something only experienced
with two X chromosomes.
But I do not cower behind a steel demeanor
and puffed out chest.
I am a girl.
I am a human being. I feel.
And I will not apologize for something as human as shedding tears.
Life cannot be lived
if heartbreak never swims
through your bloodstream,
if happiness never lights a fire within your soul,
if you don't allow yourself to feel.
Muffle your emotions
and land the label "Robot."
My tears and I are as real as it gets.