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I saw her just yesterday, the paragon
Of all that a woman could be.  Tall and tan,
Proud and proper, short hair, not butch,
A beautiful woman dressed to the nines,
Dripping confidence like an empress.   
A lessor man would have ran and hid 
For surely this was a lady 
And would have no need for a man.

I offered a sincere compliment
Fully expecting an icy reply 
If afforded one at all.  For my trouble, 
Her face lit up like a prom queen, 
Flashing me a smile that warmed my soul.  
Gracious and appreciative, I saw this woman anew.  
She was beautiful inside
And could not hide it on her countenance.  
I could hold a door for this lady as she understands 
That a simple act of respect cannot make her less, 
Any more than her grace makes me less than I am.  

Oh modern woman, is respect what you want?  
Don’t demand it, Command it!  
This is not a zero-sum game, Ladies!  
You cannot, No, must not trade your feminity,
The best of your womanhood, for your worthy goals.  

You can be beautiful without being synthetic;
Demure without being the prude;
Strong without being brusque;
Accept help without becoming dependent;
Be natural but not a sloven; 
Flirtacious without being easy. 
Confident but not cocky; 

You can melt men like butter.
You hold all the cards!
  
Now, let’s get you that respect!

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