Kristen Bishop

Don’t be confused by the glitter and lace, 
The fancy dress, and painted face. 
I am not that woman they want me to be. 
I never was, I am only me. 

I am not that woman who will laugh and giggle, 
Dance and prance, or pose and wiggle. 
But I am that woman who can stand with grace, 
Solemn and still, when spit in the face. 

I am not that woman who is toned and firm, 
Like a statue on display.
But I am that woman who is soft and round, 
Who moves in a natural way. 

I am not that woman with a twinkly eye, 
A faint whisper, or a simpering sigh. 
But I am that woman who will shout and scream, 
When the enemy comes to steal a dream. 

I am not that woman who pampers and spoils, 
The children and men after all their toils. 
But I am that woman who will lend an ear,
An arm and a heart, to battle a fear. 

I am not that woman who will keep a house, 
In perfect order and decor. 
But I am that woman who will build a home, 
To prepare and be secure.

I am not that woman who naps, or sleeps in,  
Or plays all night and stays up late.
But I am that woman who can bear the weight, 
Of an all night shift and an empty plate. 

I am not that woman who will take the spoils, 
Or false promises during a war. 
But I am that woman who can create, 
Who takes nothing and makes it more. 

I am not that woman who will look away, 
When faced with evil and lies. 
But I am that woman who can discern with a glance, 
The truth from your eyes. 

I am not that woman who fights with her hands, 
Although I will as a last resort. 
But I am that woman who will tear you down, 
With an intellect used as sport.

I am not that woman who will fall to pieces, 
To never acknowledge the attack. 
But I am that woman who will get back up, 
Holding the knife you stuck in my back. 

I am not that woman who will always follow your steps, 
Or dance to your outdated beat. 
But I am that woman who can forge a new path, 
And create my own seat. 

I am not that woman who needs to destroy, 
Your kingdom to be my own Queen. 
But I am that woman who will expose, 
The lies refused to be seen. 

I am not that woman who will stay silent and lie, 
When the devil comes to play. 
But I am that woman who will face him down, 
To make him stay away. 

I am not that woman they painted me to be. 
I am not their lies,
I am only me.