I used to wonder why she hated me,
It used to bother me why she could rally behind other women to fight me.
It used to feel weird,
until I got used to how it bothered me and it put an end to the bother .
Obviously, not everyone will like me but the disdain from my fellow woman almost made me uncomfortable.
It used to bother me why she could rally behind other women to fight me.
It used to feel weird,
until I got used to how it bothered me and it put an end to the bother .
Obviously, not everyone will like me but the disdain from my fellow woman almost made me uncomfortable.
I only realised I bothered her and her Grey Womens' Movement, because I'm too much.
Too much inner strength..
Too much inner beauty ...
Too much of a lady..
Too much of a 'mind your business woman'..
Too much love...
Too much talent....
Too much light...
Too much, too much, too much!
When I became fully in awe of my being too much,
I stopped stressing.
I'm unique because I'm too much of a woman.
My own fellow woman cannot stand me.
She can only make me feel weird.
When the reality is me, being too much.
And fully in awe of being too much,
I walk like a goddess .
I've become 'goddess too much'.
Now the scorn and wrath from my fellow women cannot pull me down .
Rather, I ride on the wings of their shortfall.
I walk tall,
knowing I'm different because I'm too much. Too much me...
Goddess too much
Now the scorn and wrath from my fellow women cannot pull me down .
Rather, I ride on the wings of their shortfall.
I walk tall,
knowing I'm different because I'm too much. Too much me...
Goddess too much
..................Puppishgirl..........
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