Free

He who tries to tame me,
Be forewarned.
I’ll not be shackled,
To your petty idealisms,
Or reigned in,
By your honey sweet words,
Or bridled,
By your proper ways.
I won’t put down,
My childish fancies,
Or tie back my hair,
And straighten my skirts.
I won’t lay down,
And let you take from me,
The things I’ve earned,
My laughter, my few joys,
And my freedom.
No.
Just try, and I will show you,
The things that make me,
Free.