I am not empty
Without a man
I am not empty
Without the approval of my boss
I am not empty
Without my parent’s approbation
I am a winner
Approval or no approval
I rise and I conquer, everywhere
I am whole
I am a being of my own
And love — is not a construct that validates
But one that should enrich
Your mind — your life — your ideas
For what is life
If I cannot be myself
If I must always adhere to the image of me
That they built — that he builds
Then would I really be me?
Would this really be life?
They can just see how hard I’ll fight
To love myself right
