Becoming a Woman

I like to make the first move-- the first handshake, the first greeting, the first smile, the first line --even if I know the girl should be modest and even wait a while before she gets what she wants. But it's a new millennium and we've proved the female cerebellum and brain is just as great as the males, that knowledge capacity is equal, and women can have the balls to say what they want and what they need, yet it is still hard for a woman to show and display she has the power to play the field because high ranks of society sees not females nor girls or women, but ladies.

And ladies.. always wait and yield.

Yet it was the lady who ended up with the tramp. I’m not Lady or a lady: I’m assertive, and determined. Tramp was a male dog and so in this case and I’m a bitch, but I know what I’m searching for and I know what it is— not a dawg, not a homie, but a man who can hold me down when I'm all fired up, who can handle me complaining why I couldn't make the cut of whatever it was I was trying to compete in. Boy, I want a man who's down to complete me.

Call it corrupt or courageous, whichever you pick, but a man, for women, is not a necessity; a man is necessary for ladies. To woman, he is a want; a desire if you may, but these eyes of mine just cannot seem to find a reason why a man should be put before the seasons of my time. See, what I need is the audacity to show the world how I feel; to show the world what I can do; to show the world that I, your baby girl in the corner who you once thought was meek, is not as weak as I seem. I climbed up over the walls, standing tall before you. I am no longer trapped within that crate of your expectations you had set in stone, but awake and alive, giving my all, ready to step foot on my own.

Now, I am standing on my own two feet; my words, my soul accompanying me. With distrust and lust from the past behind, I find myself unaccepting of both boy and man-kind. Growing into fruition, I've gained the ambition of making me a name-not for fame, but identity, for with my independence I've not grown into a lady, but a woman,

The woman that I was meant to be.