I don’t need any flowers
Nor a fine wine
To be complete
I need some kind of acknowledgement
That I have a brain
And not needing a uterus to get ahead
And I don’t need a child to be prefect
Having some one with sticky hands
And a runny nose constantly asking to be change
I have no time to argue
That being ambitious for a woman
Is reason to call me a Lesbian
I don’t need no one’s touch of intimacy
To call me a B*tch
A whore
I want to earn my own life
Without needing any one’s hand
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Happy New Year!
I like the strength of character display in your poem and not falling for
what the world deems you should need or do, because all you need is
acknowledgment that you have a brain and can think for yourself. ❤️