My Weakness Made Perfect

As we have all come to know and accept That within certain parameters we find ourselves trapped It’s either you’re stuck with wearing pants to rule and impress Or socially considered inferior and wearing a dress Well, I for one, fortunately belong to the latter However, at the excruciating sensation of being perpetually overlooked, I shudder For I know my worth exceeds that of just another fine lady A woman who ignores harsh Reality and hides behind a smile, looking dandy A conformist, being looked down on by what is called a man So from this awkward position of helplessness, to remove myself without delay is my plan This feeling of constantly being emotionally and socially dormant Exhausts me – utterly drains my energy, to be used as a dusty doormat Then carelessly, I am cast into a sea of vulnerability Viewed by society as a mere object of instability I, being of greater value, will remove myself from behind Male’s shadow For I refuse, the social norm of this world, to follow Even though seen as nothing, for myself I have respect And to the world, my greatest strengths I shall reflect Because I possess rare beauty that goes deeper than the skin So onto my strengths, I shall trustingly lean Where man exhibits his pompous ways I humbly outshine For I am a woman of worth and that, the beauty in me shall always define As a woman, I am made perfect in my weakness For I thrive, where man tries his best to impress