Thursday 20 January 2011

To be a woman

I’ve always struggled with this
Felt there’s something wrong
With being reduced to your gender
Being told where you belong
Neither emancipated feminist
Nor obedient little thing
I detest both extremes
And I don’t want to cling
To the body I’m born with
In order to decide
Who I am and who I can be
I don’t want to hide
Behind conventions and rules
Restrictions and pressure
I want to live my life
At my own leisure
In the journey of life
Our body’s just the car
Our mind is the driver
And determines who we are

8 comments:

  1. Well said, girl! I love the image of the car and driver, that's clever.

    http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/dark-teen/

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  2. Very true. We defy labels.

    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2011/01/24/boundaries-jingles-poetry-potluck/

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  3. car and driver is just great! here's my potluck for this week: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/

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  4. Yes, Dani our minds are the drivers.
    Well put.
    Pamela

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  5. Spoken beautifully in verse. Excellent work!

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  6. agreed! and I do feel the same, nice piece. Happy potluck!
    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/

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  7. So so so true! The whole thing has beautiful rhythm and rhyme and the ending is fantastic!!

    My Potluck poem: Greenzilla's Top 5 Green Deeds

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