The Real Me

I am no damsel in distress,

I am my knight, my own savior.

I can be delight, but also a demon slayer, just like Buffy!

I am no victim, I am a survivor,

I might look tame, but I am a warrior.

Think twice if you think, I need your rescue,

Sorry, not sorry, for your fragile male ego.

I know you see me as a cute puppy, but I am also a fire-spitting dragon,

Just like two sides of the coin, a blend of love and passion.

Be on my good side and you can get into the wagon,

Cross me, and you’ll rouse my demons unshaken.

Oh, oh! did I just pop your bubble,

What choice I had; I can’t be more subtle.

I warned you, you never quit your games,

You always got me into trouble.

You made me walk on eggshells, yet all you did was complain,

Now I’ve found my way, no longer in your gamble.

Take notes, oh boy!

Women are for sure from Venus, too hot to handle,

There is a thing, you see – we want to be seen, heard, not trampled.

It’s a dance, not a battle, let our voices and desires fan and kindle.

Oh honey! Why are you being impossible,

I know I might look like a Rapunzel,

But I am more, I am Mulan, I am Kim Possible.

You don’t know me, nor my backstory.

I walked on burning ashes, but blossomed kind and wise, like a tree.

I don’t need you to tell me what to do,

I don’t need you to tell me I need you,

This is my only request, oh my God! You do you.

You hurt me and hurt me, until I bled,

Yes, I bled, but not blood red.

I am a unicorn, honey, I am a leprechaun,

I am mythical, I’m purple, blue, green, and a kaleidoscope filled with  big dream.

Looking at all this, I don’t know who needs saving, me or you?