I am

I am

I am that girl
who learned to early to cry
and be afraid,
but who also
learned to fight.

I’m that poor lost sad
little girl,
that lost everything she had,
even herself.

I am that young woman
that fell in love one day,
only to get hurt
again and again.

I am that naïve
young girl
who feels she know very well
all the secrets
men and the world hide.

But I am a woman.
A woman who learned
how to fit, hot please, and how to lie,
but who also knows as well
how to cause pain.

Who I am I sometimes ask, a girl, or a woman?
Yes, I say, I am a woman,
like and unlike any other woman.
I am that poor woman
that has nothing hide,
or to lose or gain.
I am the feminist
who has born out of pain.
I am the extremist,
who can’t be stopped or restrain.
I am that liberal;
a rebel without cause.
I am the mother
who’s children went to war…

I am them.
Because I lived
and feel their pain.

The woman, who felt lost,
and forgot how to love.
The girl who first learned
how to hate.
I am any woman.
I am myself,
a woman,
cursed by her name.

I am Eve, like that other Eve,
the carrier of our world’s sins.
But I am myself,
because I am you.

I am a woman
Because I am…Because I am,
Myslef!