Beyond The Frame

"You need a dress, dear, something flowy and bright, 

Skirt's twirl and lipstick, put on a good fight. 

A touch of mascara to open your eyes, 

That fierce look, my dear, is quite a surprise."

Excuse me, sir (or madam, it doesn't quite matter), 

My freedom's a birthright, not a fashion that scatters. 

I'll wear what empowers, what makes my soul sing, 

Jeans or a dress, choice's the only king.

"A woman's duty, it lies in the home, 

In nurturing children, where love can fully roam. 

So your purpose, my dear, is to nurture and mend, 

A loving mother & wife, that's where your days blend.

From sunrise to sunset, a tireless embrace, 

That's the picture of grace in the feminine space."

Grace isn't weakness, it's a power unseen, 

I support myself, like an independent queen. 

I nurture and love, but not as a chore, 

It's compassion that blooms, wanting nothing in store.

My freedom's a right, not a prize to be claimed, 

By shrinking myself to a picture you've framed.

 "Unlaced boots and a voice that's too loud, 

These aren't the features that make a woman proud. 

Gentleness, whispers, a quiet decree, 

That's what defines true femininity, you see."

Femininity isn't a cage to confine, 

It's the fire within, the spirit that's mine. 

I'll wear what I want, raise my voice to the sky, 

This freedom's my birthright, watch me fly.

"Be gentle, be soft, that's the feminine way, 

Let the strong ones protect you, come what may."

My strength is a symphony, a melody bold, 

Not a fragile whisper, a story untold. 

It's the fire in me, the wisdom I hold, 

It's breaking these cages, these stories of old.

"But femininity, dear, is what society deems, 

Pink hues and softness is what it needs;

Not your boldness, not your dreams."

Femininity, my friend, is the fire within, 

The power to create, to nurture, to win. 

It's the freedom to choose, to be fierce and be kind, 

Not a costume to wear, a mold to confine.

The world needs our voices, the stories we tell, 

Unleash all the women, break the societal shell. 

For true beauty lies not in a societal mold, 

But in hearts that are fierce, and spirits which are bold.