The woman in me
Knows what she wants to be.
She feels deeply about certain things
And what they ultimately can bring.

The woman in me
Is cooped up in this body;
This vessel with dreams as her sail,
With her hope, she dwells.

The woman in me
Longs to be freed
From certain setbacks
Which the world dishes without slack.

The woman in me
Knows no boundaries.
She may be told what she can’t do,
But listens to her truth.

The woman in me
Isn’t confined by CP.
She has wants and desires
Which consume her as fire.

The woman in me
Longs to be heard, to be seen.
She wants to have a chance,
More than a swift glance.

The woman in me
Has a spirit desiring to succeed.
Her dreams will take flight,
If she believes with all her might.