03/08/2025
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Not Your Babydoll. I Am Woman.
Nah, not your babydoll.
Silent. Staring. Dead behind the eyes.
Pretty for no damn reason.
Programmed with few words at best.
And some of you? You want us just like that
To sit pretty in the back.
To sit quiet like décor on your shelf.
Don’t talk back.
Don’t think. Don’t ask.
Stay small. Don’t dream too loud.
“Make me happy.” Smile sweet.
Be a soft toy for hard men.
Wait to be picked up, toyed with
Then discarded when I refuse to stay small.
Nah.
I am woman.
I carry thunder in my throat
And a spine forged from every "No," every sneer, every time my boundaries were crossed.
I am woman.
And I was born to shatter silence, to raise questions, truths, and change.
Sound to choose; to move, to sit
And to stand firm when walls close in.
So no,
I will not perch on your shelf.
I will not smile for your comfort.
I will not shrink to fit the box you built.
I am not your babydoll.
Never was.
Never will be.
I am woman. I am heard.
Happy International Women’s day
