Women

Don't color me with the sacred orange,

And make me the queen of sacrifices,

Instead of reducing its range.

Don't color me with the flexible beige,

And make me a tolerant puppet

Instead of lending an ear to my beliefs.

Don't color me with the proficient yellow,

And label me as a multi-tasker, 

Instead of accepting my imperfections and flaws.

Don't color me even with grey,

To suppress me with your conservative thoughts,

And with my emotions, to play.

It's my life; let me color it myself

Away from your stereotypical behavior

Let me be sometimes happy with my beliefs.