All I seem to hear,

is how I am unequal to you,

how you are so much stronger than me,

smarter, braver, and supposedly,

supposedly full of a greater degree of intuition.

Yet, tell me how you do not see,

what little favor you have gained.

You must see who is superior.

 

I am the lioness,

who fought for her kill, has her rights to brag.

You, you are simply the lazy lion.

 

Tell me, my dear, what have you done better than me?

Tell me, my dear, is it not me who gets to choose?

 

It is you who must please me

Basic biology, the female chooses the male who pleases her.

So, prove to me that you are the best,

that you will be the best match.

What advantage do you have for me?

Is there anything desirable in you?

 

Not likely, as all I see is how you are quite conceited.

And so,

if you would persist in pursuing me,

I would ask you to put away your peacock showiness.

And instead, see my independence,

find something in yourself to compliment me.

 

Otherwise...

I will not be, will not accept,

anything remotely connected,

to You.