I love to blab, I love to scribble, I am fab, But my life is too much of a riddle!
Maybe this letter is not for you but a more fancy way to get my point across to your father. However, I hope I raise you to be a man who doesn’t have to read this to understand a women’s gripe about self claimed feminists.
So many worries, so many troubles
Pleasing monsters, fighting double
Stop caring, and the monsters fade away
Some call it cynicism
I call it freedom!
I feared the responsibility
Waking up in the middle of the night
The parties I could not go to
The mountains I cannot climb
I feared I may not like you