|Posted by Ems on January 10, 2015 at 3:25 AM|
You don't know me.
You don't know who I am, how I think,
Whether my sheets are blue or pink,
And you don't own me.
You can't just tell me who I am
Like you're the all-controlling man,
And I am powerless beneath your hand,
Like the trembling little girl that you've made me out to be..
Yes. I am small and sometimes scared but I am free.
I am intellect and talent, I am me.
I am child to a King,
My life-long goal isn't your ring,
Though I'm not great, I like to sing,
But you could never know these things
Because I won't show you.
Because I don't know you.
But you fill in the blanks yourself
And then you sit me on your shelf
Because I'm a doll now
Not a person with an identity
No room for change, no room for depth
No room for growth or emotions or original thoughts
No room for me inside that doll because she isn't me
Isn't free doesn't see that she could be her own person
Created by God to be a woman of her own choosing
That's the power that we have that we aren't using
So don't let others tell you who you are because they find it amusing.