This blog post is a spoken word piece I wrote years ago, about the pressure placed on women to fit into a certain mold, and the struggle for women to stay true to who they are. Enjoy!!
I am tired of saying sorry
Apologizing for who I am
A woman powerful
Enough to know her worth
Sick of dimming my light
Because yours have no fuel
Tired of slouching because
You are an inch less than six feet tall
I just want to be me with no apologies
Why must I allow you to define me?
What clause in heaven rules
Made you my judge and jury
Must I live my life
By your concept of right and wrong
I am sick, tired, stomping my feet
I am going on a journey
Dressed in Khaki and a tartan shirt
My hair, a Mohawk
And my ears decked in Caribbean Rings
On my feet are biker’s boots
And on my head a bandana
Do I look like a renegade yet?
Ok, let me add some shiny cuffs and extra bangs!
I don’t want to live another man’s story
Don’t wanna follow another woman’s footstep
Life is too short to play safe
Is it not said that life is a daring adventure
Or nothing at all?….
My message to you is this:
I am more than meets the eye
I am that model on Paris Runway
I am that geeky researcher with big glasses
I am that activist with a placard
I am that Poet on Nobel’s Podium
I am that dancer on the disco floor
All of these are me
I am Water..