The Thing About Women

We push and shove
To be a cut above. 
Ambition, contrition, 
Women on a mission. 

Wishing and fishing
For approval, attention
Seeking, speaking up
But failing to mention 
That we are real. 

Real women, real desires
​​​​​Doing all that's required
To be a prototype of perfection
But there's beauty in our failure. 

Failure to be perfect
Is not a defeat, a reversal. 
There is no rehearsal
In this wacko world, girls. 

So let's make no apology
​​​​​For our biology. 
Let's stop being so offended
By our endless diversity. 
It would be a pity to forget
This is what makes us real.