My Declaration of Independence
I am no Penelope
Nor will I ask a man
to turn the wheel
of what will be
my fortune.
I go to war
For any cause
that's mine but will
not be mere tool
to anyone.
I may be shy,
yet, can not hide
to free my hair
and let it ride
the wind.
For selfless love
I am not fit,
Too long I sought
my self to now deny
its' rights.
I seek no guidance
for my life to lead
away from where
all answer lies
- my soul.
No signpost needs
To mark the center
of my life,
nor does a monument
add to its splendor.
I am not matter,
but consist of
thousand thoughts - astray
within the fragment
of a second
yet, am no spirit
hovering afloat.
But deeply root
in soil of transitory
boiling flesh.
I am not you,
we don't resemble. Yet,
our need to be
ourselves, most truly
makes us one.
Why am I posting this? Because I need to remind myself and because today was...just one of those days. Days that make you want to hang your head or bang it against a wall, vow to never ever again discuss gender-related subjects, and tear up everything you've ever read or written about feminism. Why, oh why, do I get the impression that gender equality's most ardent enemies are... women? *grrroan*