The Right To Be Me

I am a girl and I have no right to be me, They keep details of who I am, Of, who I should be And how far I should go with my career, I should never grow tall or remain short, Just be somewhere in the middle, And their expectations met in me. I am a girl and I have no right to be me, I never notice how beautiful my brain is, Sometimes I forget I have one, And concentrate on my external appearance. I give my best smile to get into a public office, A really good shot to make it in life, And sleep with my boss to get a promotion. I am a girl and I have no right to be me, The length of my skirt is set by people around me, That stunning mini makes me a **** And my long denim is very old fashioned. I dress modestly to secure a good job, Keep fly to maintain my job, And I’m guilty rape with what I wear. I am a girl and I have no right to be me, I’m bad wife because I work to make ends meet, A crappy homemaker when my marriage fails, And I attract wife battery with my flimsy opinions. My dignity is compromised if I want a fair trial, I am scorned when I stand up for us, And I have to be someone else to get what I want. If only you let me be myself…