Feminine feminist

She attracts the attention of many 

The blooming fragrant flower 

It's no bees fault for it loves the honey?

Flowers were pruned, bees were too many

Flowers crucified for the fragrance or beauty? 

She was the gorgeous muse to the artist

Trophy he won always at his display

Still pristine delicate perfectly feminine

Fitting into the artist's frame painted

She shook the frame and she was tainted

Freedom was hers in an invisible ball of fire

Choices were hers until they could interfere

Dreams was all hers till they were Directors

Independent she was to her curators 

She was flying high in a simulator 

Feminity they taught is dainty

Nurturing giving and sashay

When and how it became her weakness?

I choose Feminity that's what I am

It's my strength and not vulnerability 

When the wild flowers bloomed

She broke the artist's frame 

She voiced the curators 

Broke the controlled simulators

Tables turned they were victims

The feminine 

Became in your face femininist 

I a feminine feminist 

Writing away in glory of my ancestors 

For the future of my daughters and sons