Raised to be a Lady,
With manners and grace,
Diplomatic and professional,
Have always been my place.
Being mature beyond my years,
Always responsible and kind,
Is always what's expected,
Of me, all of the time.
Inside the strong exterior,
Lies depths unexplored,
Revealing this hidden heart,
And the secrets of it's soul.
Fears and insecurities,
Doubts and wounds as well.
Raised to be a Lady,
And Ladies never tell.
Of feeling scared and unsure,
Or of crying silent tears.
They do not tell of emotions,
That are kept inside for years.
Raised to be a Lady,
With manners and grace,
Beneath this Lady's exterior,
Lies a Woman in her place.
written by M. White, January 13, 2003
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