A woman can not look like a giant
What would the neighbors say
Or what shoes to wear
Nothing would fit, And nowhere would she fit in
A woman can not feel like a giant
Unable to exaggerate her own worth
She rather would sympathize with Cinderella
Waiting for someone else to fit her the shoe
A woman can not think like a giant
Rather than eating the gnomes hidden under her bed
She would offer them her bed to sleep in
And her plate to Eat from
A woman can not behave like a giant
Trying not to bump her head to the glass ceiling
In the meantime watching her feet for the little ones down below
She will be called a monster, unable to balans
A woman can not be a giant