Walk out the door, cute top and pointy shoes
Out in the open, under a sky with golden hues.
Not a step taken goes unseen,
Words thrown around, words so mean.
Is this what it means to be free?
The air reeks of criticism, many agree to disagree.
Impudence is now a spree,
Often sugar coated just to appease.
Striving to walk forward,
Watching others receive the award.
Struggling, she stands up tall,
Until the crowd pushes her to her fall.
Appealing to the crowd for justice,
They sneer back at her and say, ‘just miss.’
Wanted to make a life of her own,
Needed to set it in stone.
Never do they miss a chance to tarnish a sheen so pure,
They feel entitled, only until they hear her roar.
Her battle scars are here to bless,
Her will to never settle for anything less.