Why, does it sound awkward when, Puffing my chest with good will, I stand up, adopt a fierce gait And open my mouth To roar, just like a raging lioness?
Does it make of me, an object
Meant to be analyzed on all sides,
To be labelled, to be mocked
To be ridiculed, to be judged
To be assessed and to be forced
To Shut Up?
Pray, I am, like the rest of my peers Even if they be males, thus, bolder By nature and instinct And stronger by life’s choice Yes, I am like the rest, I have, in me The freedom to voice out!
And that comes with the etiquette Of being given a due respect Even if my ideals don’t match anyone’s!
Pray, enough! enough of trampling on my right Just because I am made of femininity Remember, women are goddesses, We hide in us, the hidden power Which allows a mound of blood To be immersed with a conscience!
Women are mothers We simply have to open our wings And shelter the sons of Earth To have clouds transforming into rainbows!
Women are the drivers of existence
Without me and my sisters, nothing would be!
From the growling monsters disguised as men
Believing tightly in the tricky power they hold in their grip
To the tenderness of love when it is revealed,
Why, nothing about this world would be!
So, let me be, let me voice out, let me use my right And let me bloom, let me bear the fruits of my own seeds Let me flow like a clear canal seeking to meet the ocean And let me meet it, if such is what I deserve!
My freedom, remains in assuming my own being And my being remains in voicing out Whatever I feel! Of course, my value remains in being respected As being that which I am!