Real Woman

I’ve been told a lot all throughout my life, I have a lot of fire, I have a lot of yang energy, I’m very masculine, that I’m a lot, that I seem to have been born with a war to win, etc.

Honestly? I was born with a war to win.

I think I’m a woman who doesn’t see softness as feminine, who doesn’t give her tenderness out for free, when its liquid gold that deserves to be reserved and protected.

I’m a warrior, a hurricane, a fighter, a protector, a guardian of truth, and my precious heart.

How dare you expect women to be soft and call her masculine when she isn’t?

I think the desire to strip me of that, is a big red flag.

And I think the fact that you see ferocity as reserved for men is an even bigger red flag.

I see what it means to be woman in mother nature.

In her hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, just as much as her soft beautiful peaceful meadows, babbling brooks, and green lush grass.

How dare you decide what belongs and what doesn’t.

How dare you place her, or any woman in a system that simply doesn’t understand us.

So sure, call me masculine.

I Think I’m Just A Real Woman.