I am not the princess
you demand me to be,
I am the warrior
my heart propels me to become,
I am the fighter
for my own dreams,
I forge the sword
to liberate the world.
I don’t pretend
to be in dismay,
I do not cry,
nor I would deceive you
to give me what I want,
all I can promise is
I’ll look straight at you
and with the strongest will,
I will roar
the whispers of my soul.
an Inspiration Sunday poem
poetry about the power of a woman’s will