Giving in without Giving up

My skin isn’t porcelain

But you treat it like it is

You cup my face

Like you hate to see it ever fall

I’d tell you that’s life

But I don’t think that would ever be life with you

I’m not weak

But protect me anyway

I’m not cold

Hold me anyway

If this what it means to be a woman

If this typical girlish behaviour

Than bring it on

I know what strength is know

Where it really resides

Don’t you dare unsex me

How would you call me your girl then?

The End

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