You're born... You're judged for your looks, cooking skills, people skills, your surname, your weight in gold.....
You are somebody's daughter... You move on to become somebody's wife... Who are you?
You eat, u gotta wash ur own plate.... & the men's. You do something wrong, u will get a beating. Your brother won't. You have an affair, they'll thrash u for spoiling the family's reputation. If ur brother does it, hes just being manly & he'll come around. You're the one who no one will want to marry. But who are you?
You hop, skip & jump.. u'll get thrashed. If u break ur teeth, who will marry you? You want to find yourself? They'll laugh. Why would a girl want to find herself? Why would she want to be anything other than a daughter or a wife? She is not made to carry her own name. Even government forms want your maiden name & surname. But who are you?
Some day life will take u on a roller coaster ride & if you're lucky like me, u get a second chance & you think it's all over. Now I can finally find myself... I can walk the road, swim the water, fly the skies... I can earn & spend my own money. I can wear a skirt... I carry pepper spray to defend myself... I question without being asked to shut up... I am assertive. I'm individualistic... independent... & along comes a reminder of things that had been. Who are you?
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