I'M NOT A PUSHOVER

Do I've to pretend
To be what am not
Just because the world
Wanted me to?
I say NO!
I'm not raised to be pushover
No longer the baby girl
Y'all once knew
The one standing before you
A woman!
Who rules her world
In her understanding
To derive satisfactory life
At a point you'll have to
Stand up for what you know
To be best for you
The world loves puppet
But show them
The hero in you
For once live a happy life.
~presh.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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