I am a woman.
I am a legend.
For I’ve been retold and rewritten
By the Masculine and the Feminine. Equally.
I have been a slave,
In the hands of an oppressor
I have been brave
In the face of adversity
I have been defined by my sexuality
Yet a penny could outweigh my cry
For I’ve been part of a barter system
Where my body’s mistaken for my soul
My moans misunderstood as a hall of shame
For we’ve been told it’s a sin
A sin of choice, they forget.
Who made the rules?
Who assigned the roles?
Respected and degraded within a moment
A temporary lapse of judgement
Forges our character
They ask for a landmark, to the world beyond
Yet lose their way for they look for flesh in our heart
Than the blood seething within
They look for fairy tales in our eyes
Oh! But what a revelation!
They see our eyes ablaze with fire
With strength of a dragon and will of a fighter.
Treading along a path with thistle and thorns
Embellished with roses
Grotesque and eloquence walk hand in hand
When one man holds her hand and other a sword
She seeks power from within
Delicate yet fierce
For history has been a hypocrite
Celebrating her existence
Yet shunning her, at the same time.
Woven through innumerable threads of love, hurt, compassion, pain, lust and joy
Elements of nature morph her being
She’s fire, water, wind, vacuum and earth.
Women are not poetry or prose
We’re not damsels in distress.
A universe lies within us and we live amongst you
Thriving to survive
On a morsel of land, sea and air.
We don’t live in the embers or shadow of a doubt
We live with an insatiable appetite to move mountains, make a difference and proclaim our life
Maybe we are a conundrum
A riddle to be solved
You reach out for a clue
Leaving out all the rest
And hence, you all stand translucent
To our cause.