Lady In Process

I may sip my tea
Have my nails French-manicured
Shaped in a perfect ‘C’
But there is a little child hiding
Beneath the Lady I must be
I am a young spirit that never will change
I will not allow this society to mould me
To become one of them
To become an emotionless proper Lady
A lady never speaks of her misfortunes
She forces herself to cry at funerals (how silly!)
Juggles weddings and engagements to see & ofcourse, be seen
As a lady who fulfils what she calls her ‘societal duty’
I will revolt against this doctrine
I will not become a puppet to any society
I’m on a mission to be myself
So come on! Be a rebel, come join me
Steer away from it if its not what you’re meant to be
And to the women who disapprove say just one thing:
“Don’t think of me less
If I don’t pass your tests
I really do try my very best
But with a free spirit
I am unlike the rest
(And this I confess…)
I am and always will be
A lady in process

picture by mbrinamen