Different —
Pretty wasn’t just enough.
I was a woman with a fire,
Ready to rise to any height.
Still different —
“Mrs.” wasn’t just sufficient.
I tried, but I wasn’t the kind
To be caged in,
Or to walk, in another’s shadow.
My light, my spark,
Rose beyond me —
I couldn’t hide.
So I surrendered my voice,
The strength and zeal in it,
To speak for the weak,
To defend the poor.
I dared to follow,
But leadership, generated in me
demanded every gift of it.
I am a woman, but different —
A mother, not just to those born of my womb,
But to the world.
I shape, transform, and make.
The little given, I take and form.
Fighting to hold back my strength,
To create,
To mold, into beauty.
I am a king maker,
Yet I have a heart so soft.
My cry — so gentle,
Yet with a roar so deep,
It could break mountains.
Some men are intimidated,
Some say I’m too poised.
But there is a king for me —
A king, and nothing less,
One who commands his world
A determinant of fate
An empire is what I can handle,
I’m born for big,
I give solutions,
I make things happen.
My King is proud —
I build him, yet so submissively.
He prides in my insight,
My wisdom and wit.
Nothing can dim my light,
For it burns only to light up
Those in the dark.
I am a spark.
That kind of woman —
I am a woman so different.