Still Not Good Enough?

She wore a touch of red because of his policy, “red defines a classy woman”
She packed her hair up tightly because he said she only looked beautiful with her hair up, even when she was highly in discomfort,
She danced only to his rhythm because that was the best she heard,
She applied different lotions to meet his specification of ‘complexion’
But she was not good enough for him.

She did not see beyond the four corners of his wall,
When in the midst of a crowd all she saw was his face,
Her thinking was structured around his beliefs,
Her plans, around his pleasures,
She was not still good enough for him.

She felt only powerful when she was with him,
Outside him, she felt powerless,
She viewed her life from his perspective,
Believed she was only what he described her to be,
He was still not satisfied with her.

All her life, she did everything according to his standards…

She suddenly met herself in a different world,
The world she had never imagined,
The world full of mysteries,
The world she could not explain,
The world that is real.

She saw how differently she was viewed,
How differently she was described,
How powerful she was,
She saw how limitless her abilities were,
And how beautiful she felt without him.

She discovered there were no limits to her power,
To her strength,
To her beauty,
To her imagination,
And to the richness of her mind.

She is an independent woman,

That does not live by the definitions by people nor her flaws,
Does not need a man’s approval for her confidence,
She has a free soul,
Every cell she’s made up of is pure and beautiful, beneath and outside

She is unbothered by your judgement…
Above all, she is wonderfully made by the greatest artist.