I want you to hear me

For my voice to roar over the crowd

I want you to see me

To be more than just an epiphany

I’m not the darling pearl you dream of

I’m too restless for the clams you confine me to

For I am made for more than love

But not strong enough to keep some

I dream of reaping the crops I sew

Of being strong enough to carry my plough

But you brand me with a diamond and bow

Confining me to only a party gown

I want you to take me

And all of my thoughts and passions

But I am just a Woman

I am not fit for those fashions.