The Third Kind Poem by nikki chugh

Two kinds of women: goddesses and doormats,
Elementary species of life, is looked at as
someone, at this end, dares deny the notion
spirits full of beans, now she sets in motion.
Doesn't fit in either, she screams so, meekly,
falls and gets up, no goddesses; announces weakly,
no doormat, she will object and oppose,
A fish of sky, she will relish the remorse.
aspiring wings and bindings soul...
she embodies a universe, whole
Essentially a human, let her err and extend
the essence of sacrifice exquitely to expend

let flaws liven her up, she is no goddesses, or doormat
let her falter or munify, like a wretched rat
forsake her worthlessness, universally, oh, you all
Finally, the triffle refutes the treaty to be this or that