Mortals always complained,
She can’t be tamed.”
They say I am not from,
Same place as the rest of them.
They call it being born wrong,
What I recognize as “Born strong.”
Every word I utter, to them
Is a Rebellion.
They live Merely to please,
But I can’t dance on their beats.
A soul not scared of being on her own,
Just like an Eagle, I don’t fly in flock.
I’d rather fight the current,
Than going with flow of society.
Wandering around like a gypsy,
Designer of my own destiny.
I am the stormy Sea,
Nobody retains me.
I’m vulnerable as all hearts are,
Yet savage & free,
And can handle a few scars.
Silence consistently baffles me,
The noise is how I breath.
Don’t tell me who I can be,
Cause’ this loud & messy version is the real me.
Woman with walls as high as mountains,
But love as deep as the ocean.
Protecting myself is in the reach of my arms,
I am a one-woman army.
I don’t consider them my rivals,
A fierce woman takes her own directions.
Yes, my life is a conquest,
It’s always me against me.
Who understands me well enough to define my Legacy?
No one else but I.
The wars I fought, most internal,
The ones I battled trying to fit in the world.
Those inner defeats and the victories,
Who else tasted but I.
Not that old cliché,
I am a rare type.
So far I’ve had no complaints,
Great spirits always encountered opposition,
From mediocre brains.