I Am Woman, Loud and Proud

Plain as the eye can see through a looking glass Yet complex with a multitude of facets surpass I encounter beauty in the blink of an eye Yet discount hypocrisy with noticed brevity I am woman, loud and proud Insistent and astute, serene yet sound I am somewhat smug in thinking myself fortunate Yet somehow precedent to my present was woe replete Sheer antagonism grounded my irreversible plight Yet renewed anticipation awarded me contentment each night I am woman, loud and proud Fraught with humour, yet serious in crisis Toiling for acceptance by societies callous paradigm I subsequently comprehended unnecessary fickle whim So at last I lay me down to sleep And finally have some reprieve for keeps . . . For I am woman, loud and proud