Beauty with a Brain

They tell me to smile, to tone it down,
“Don’t be too loud,” they say, like it’s a crime to be proud.
“Dress this way, act that way, stay in your lane,”
But inside, I’m a storm, and this world is so mundane.

I’m tired of the whispers, the sideways glances,
Of being a puzzle piece that never fits their chances.
“Be pretty, be pleasant, don’t make a scene,”
Yet every inch of me screams, “I am more than a dream!”

I’m not your accessory, not a trophy to claim,
I’m a hurricane of thoughts, a wild untamed flame.
They want my ambition boxed up, labeled “too much,”
While I’m out here breaking ceilings, daring to touch.

Why must I choose between strength and allure?
When did being fierce become something impure?
I’m navigating a maze built from their demands,
Fighting with shadows that clutch at my hands.

They tell me to play nice, to keep my head down,
But I’m a whirlwind of passion, and I refuse to drown.
I’m drowning in expectations, a river of doubt,
While they hand me the script, expecting no shout.

I’m a queen without a crown, a lioness in disguise,
I’ll roar through the silence, and I’ll shatter the lies.
I’m not here to be silent; I’m not here to conform,
I’m the eye of the hurricane, a force in the storm.

With each step I take, I reclaim my own fate,
I’ll challenge their narratives, I won’t hesitate.
They want me in pastels, in roles they create,
But I’m wearing my armor, and it’s heavy with weight.

I’m tired of the stories that say who I should be,
I’m writing my own chapters, breaking free.
They want me to smile, to fit in, to be sweet,
But my heart is a drum, and I’ll make my own beat.

So, let them chatter; let them twist and conflate,
I’ll carve out my path, and I’ll carry my weight.
I am a revolution, a fire uncontained,
A woman, a force�"beauty with brain.