She’s been called bossy, loud, a pain in the arse,
Told to “smile more” or “don’t be so harsh.”
But she’s not here to shrink or play nice.
Cos she’s made out of Sheffield steel.
Not sugar and spice.
When they’ve doubted her or tried to dim her light,
She’s stood up taller, ready to fight.
A Northern lass with power and grace.
She’s not just surviving.
She’s setting the fucking pace,
So, when life gets messy, cruel, and unfair,
She doesn’t flinch cos she’s already been there.
She’s the roar, not the whisper, the push, not the shove.
She’s a Northern lass with nowt but shit loads of clout.
And she’ll always be the last one standin’ when the rest have tap out,
She’s not here to please, she’s here to be heard.
So, mind your tone and watch your words
So here is your warning loud and true
If you come for her, she won’t go easy on you.
If you think she’ll back down or break,
You’ve clearly made a rookie mistake.
Cos she’s not built for silence, shame or retreat
She’ll meet you head-on
And knock you off your fucking feet.
Love Fordy
AKA Unapologetic Writer