Could you kindly open the door,And ask him to walk out,
Cause I am wiser now,
And won't be bossed around.
I pull out the baggy jeans,
The one that he disliked the most,
Will say goodbye to all the dieting,
I am finally getting around my weight.
I will put on make-up as much as I want,
A bright red lipstick maybe,
And forget how he always wanted me,
To tone down the color.
I will cut my hair short,
A pixie would look so cute,
He thought it looked too tomboyish,
And never did I revolt.
But nothing I ever did,
Could keep him satisfied,
So I stood up and quit,
And threw his ass out.
Because I am beautiful,
Just the way I am,
It took me some time to realise,
But now that I am here, I am not going back.
~ A Poem By Fizaah Faiyaz, © 2015
