I don't need you
to open doors for me.
I don't need you
to pull out my chair.
I don't need you
to rescue me.
I don't need you
to fight my battles for me.
Just because
I'm a girl
doesn't make me weak.
It doesn't make me incapable of taking care of myself.
Believe me when I say
I appreciate the gesture
but I can handle myself.
I've done okay so far, haven't I?
So just because
I'll wear a dress
and mascara
doesn't mean I'm not capable of opening a door.
Just because
I'm wearing lipstick
it doesn't mean I'm vulnerable
or that I'm a damsel in distress.
Just because
I wear heels
that sometimes I can barely walk in
doesn't mean I'm not a fighter.
I don't need you to fight my battles,
and I don't want you to.
But it wouldn't hurt
to have you by my side.
I can handle anything life throws at me
and I know you can too,
but it sure would be nice if we did it together.
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PoetryA thing. A thing in which I write some poetry. I've never really written much poetry, so... yeah. Exciting. It can get spooky sometimes. (By spooky, I mean that it can get dark. Trigger warning in advance, just in case.) Tread lightly. I'm obviously...
