Businessman, Not A Business Woman

A headstrong girl with a stubborn behavior to an introvert. 

Yes, introvert because whenever I am outside, I am a puppet of society. Being a girl trying to be miss perfectionist.

Strictly speaking, perfectionist one Who unfolds herself as Cultured Bride doesn’t matter, she is married or has wings to fly.

Mind it Something to show ivory and something to eat is warmly accepted. You can’t squirm just be a maniac. Congratulation you are mature…

I never thought to pour my soul into the paper but here I am prosperous and Regal. 

I usually freak around the past as my retrogressions are vast. This is a toil. To get rid of this I have to moil.

Idol as sentimental, I lose to endorse Maturity. Trying to delight the masses forgot who is concern about me. 

If someone peeps into my phone and Questions me Now what next?

I don’t have the audacity to answer something new.

Because I have always been supervised what is right…

Being interviewed, investigated, and interrogated about my male friends, presently I don’t have any, yet I am not mature. 

You all find me childish; I am an incredible imitator of one whom society finds is mature. 

In this whole process, I obscure who I am, what is my dream.

Steadily defeating in what I try the reason being I don’t examine with others…

But whom should I discuss, to the one who finds me immature or to one who wanted me fit into the stereotype definition of a perfectionist?

I don’t trust anyone because they don’t believe I CAN.

When I try to discuss my voice is pressed by keeping your mouth shut. 

And then tears, the heart is buried under the heap of guilts questions and when clouds can’t bear it, they cry and hence I.

Constantly surrounded by judgmental people I know best of them making fun of the past and demolish efficacy. And yes, a person like me makes them Blue blood. 

A mother who never lived her dreams that were never her fate. But she ran the race to be miss perfectionist. 

Addressed as fat chubby to bald-headed no longer make me panic-stricken. These have increased my endurance. Accepting yourself is the first step towards odyssey. 

Remember that Living the fullest is maturity. No one has the right to question you until you present yourself as a coward.

Don’t care about people Love you to the fullest. Be your role model. And don’t let someone be your master.

I am mature, one who knows I am perfect is my Dairy. It has seen me grow. I am who I am and that’s all I can be.

Women ponder all lot hence we have heard businessman, not a businesswoman.