Dark Side

 

You say you want a normal woman?
Well, I never asked for a man who thinks
Thirteen thousand on an escort’s the way to flex,
As if his daddy’s pension grows on trees,
Spending like there’s no tomorrow, no regret.

A guy who drooled over every woman in his class,
Asking me if I can even pronounce Mont Blanc—
So you're gonna shame me for my past,
When it’s you who can’t go a day
Without that up-down-left-right glance,
Eyes roaming, never satisfied?

You want to judge me? For what—
My history?
Boy, I was never scared to own my sexuality.
It’s you men who quiver at the idea of a woman who owns her power,
While you fake confidence in the corners,
Clutching to your fragile masculinity,
Scanning, comparing, always measuring.

Come at me with everything you've got,
I’ve cried enough, rolled on the floor like a wombat,
Fighting my tears with fists and scars,
But I still rise, still shine, still own it all.
Breaking every stereotype they gave me,
Not delusional—just loving the hype.

Maybe, for now, you’re the top breed,
But go ahead, read my karmic deeds.
For once, I wanted to thrive in my softer feminine side—
But you made sure I can't stay in that lane.
Anything other than what you deem sane
Turns me into chaos.

So here I am,
I’ll own my dark side.
I’ve been bruised, I’ve been battered,
But you’ll never break me again.