Tea Lady's version of 'I fight like a girl'

This was partly inspired by this post shared by an old high school friend of mine whom I've only just rekindled on Facebook and partly by a lesbian friend of mine who thinks that because I've never dated men up until now(I just turned 24) and refuse her offer to be introduced to a single and desperate friend of hers  that I ought to be a lesbian or with a bi-tendency.

I've always loved men, and know what I want from men down to the specifics. I like them to be bigger and physically as fit or fitter (I'm über active- not the gym kind), as spontaneous as I am, and at least intellectually compatible as I am. I don't just 'koala' myself onto any men that comes along my way because I think it takes a lot of effort for men to keep up my pace, and I don't have the patience to wait.

Plus, topics such as raping, beating and nor gaining respect don't particularly apply to me, so I decided to write my own version of I fight like a girl. Here's my attempt:

I fight like a straight girl who refuses to confine to gender specific careers,

who has ample energy, independence and no barrier.   

I fight like a straight girl who thinks prettiness does not always spell cosmetics, 

neither do I ought to rely on men like prosthetics.   

I fight like a straight girl who sees no fault in prophesizing what I want in my men, 

and refuse to lower my standard because everyone else is doing this in the mundane. 

I fight like a straight girl who detest conformity, seeks verity, individuality and novelty, and titillate the notion that for women of a similar plight, 

my poem brings a deluge of hope, comfort and a sense of gravity.   

We all fall prey in the pursuit of happiness,   

and our personality wax and wane as we dart back into reality, 

but I would like to be reminded sparingly, 

that I'm not that dynamic uno, the minority, or in my own drunken stupour.

Sorry but I'm different and being a bore.

Lovingly Yours, 

  Miss Ginger Tea