Submissive Poem by teri bronte

Am I? Was I? Have I changed?
What happened to that girl who wanted only what other's wanted;
to serve and please.

I still feel submissive, but something has changed in me; after
many years of doing as other's say i find my voice, and it says 'no'
Does this mean i am no longer submissive? I do not think so.
I think i finally have something to say.

Submissive to someone you care about is a gift that only come's within
oneself, it can not be forced; unless you want no love, it can not be
shamed unless you want no respect; it can not be belittled unless
you want rebellion; submissiveness is a jewell to cherish and show
how pleased you are by giving back love, comfort and security.

Why have i missed this? what did i do? Why do i continue to fall in the
same trap?
Submissiveness is a wonder; a wonder to behold