I am a Lady

Boy,

Yes, BOY, not man, not gentle sir,

BOY, you’ve got a few things to learn.

There is a difference between females, girls, and ladies.

I am a lady.

I was raised by a lady

Who was raised by a lady

Who was raised by a long line of other ladies.

You say “girlssssss do this.

You are a girrlllllllllll so you must be this way.”

Excuse me?

I am a lady!

I may not always cross my legs,

But I sure as hell tuck my ankles.

I may burp at times

But never in front of strangers.

I may prefer to dress in jeans and t-shirts.

But I know how to look like a lady and not some hooker.

It is blatant to me

That a BOY like you

Doesn’t understand the idea of a lady.

So let me lay it out for you.

A lady does not make judgments about people because of “scientific studies”.

A lady graciously accepts when she is in the wrong.

But does not put out her righteous anger when she is so clearly in the right.

A lady respects all human beings even those who cannot understand what she is.

A lady is good, kind, honest, fiery, unexpected, and imperfect.

So BOY, I am not saying that I’m perfect

I’m saying I’m a lady and you better recognize!