Understand

I was not made to be understood, I was not born to be easy for you. I was not born to just lie down and let you walk upon me. I am not a weak woman, So why perceive me as one? I move mountains with my words, Part seas with my voice, And make men fall with my actions. So why should I be easy, When nothing in this world is easy? Why should I simple myself, Because you are too small of a being To not understand? Would you quiet your voice, release your grip, and open your eyes? Or will you stay stuck in your ways? Pained by the small mindedness of yourself?