womanhood

Do you apprehend beloved man that I'm proud of the creation of my womanhood, and I'm delighted that you consider me a source of affection and submissiveness but I also have qualities that you deny to know, so I ask you to please apprehend every word I say:

I'm not a sketch of what you want me to be,
I'm not clay between your hands to mold, as you like,
Nor am I a remote control where you just click and watch what you like,
Track what interests you,
Know what I do when you desire,
And pitch me when you're bored.

I will not allow you to prison me and become a proposition of your ideas,
I will not rip off my skin and wear yours,
Nor will I allow you to shut the doors.

You will not take away my liberty of choice,
Nor will I be a picture without a voice,
When my heart beats and makes noise.

You will not bring into being a scenario for my life,
And cut it to pieces with a sharp edged knife.

You will not set boundaries and draw lines,
When I'm surrounded with lots of signs.

My conscious will continue to be a white page,
And will grow well with my passing age,
Where I display my esteemed words with pride,
Where my mind reaches the peaks of tide.
I will think with a voice taken to ear,
With my tears I will drown my fears.

You will not demolish what's inside me
Or leave me resentful on bent knee,
You will not be able to break my heart
Because my life is a sophisticated art.

I might break but I won't fall apart,
Cause I always know where to start.

You can't just reject my ideas,
evaporate my dreams, and eliminate my hopes.
I will not break, oh no I won't.