They tell me what to do.
They tell me what to say.
They tell me 'be a real woman! '
And stand straight.
I am treated like a child
Feeling the need to hide.
When I want to lie,
Give in and cry,
They tell me stay 'with him, he'll change.'
To look away
And fake a smile.
Is this what a real woman is?
If so I'd rather not be one at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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