I was born with a warrior cry
And all who saw me knew I would never die
Because I had been born a woman
I only dressed up in pink lace to pretend I was a child
So I could survive
And I don't remember if I cried
When the blood flowed between my thighs for the first time
But after that, I was told to hide
And I chose the wrong women to immortalize
I wanted to be like the ones who had mastered the bedroom eyes
I didn't realize that they silenced their warrior cry
So after careful consideration I've decided I don't need the makeup
Generously provided by Mary Kay
Because cosmetics are a saving grace, but perhaps they get in the way
You begin with foundation to cover childhood scars
But without those, I suppose no one knows who you are.
So I stand before you today
Not hiding behind makeup, or product, or augmentation
Without fear, or self loathing, or hesitation
Speaking without my mind without worrying about retaliation
Because I am a woman who speaks her own mind
And you won't be able to silence the warrior this time!
© Adrienne Nadeau 2005 | 
