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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Honestly? I was<\/strong> born with a war to win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n 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. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I’m a warrior, a hurricane, a fighter, a protector, a guardian of truth, and my precious heart. <\/p>\n\n\n\n How dare you expect women to be soft and call her masculine when she isn’t?<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think the desire to strip me of that, is a big red flag. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And I think the fact that you see ferocity as reserved for men is an even bigger red flag. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I see what it means to be woman in mother nature. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In her hurricanes, tornadoes, earthquakes, just as much as her soft beautiful peaceful meadows, babbling brooks, and green lush grass. <\/p>\n\n\n\n How dare you decide what belongs and what doesn’t. <\/p>\n\n\n\n How dare you place her, or any woman in a system that simply doesn’t understand us. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So sure, call me masculine. <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n I Think I’m Just A Real Woman. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n