A woman, a girl
A fragile person
To be protected
Dimmed and rested
//
This is the view
The world has of me
Never asking, wondering or basking
In what I think of me or them
//
The me I feel is so much more
Than skirts and rings and lore
The me that writes
And thinks and waits
//
For days of honesty
Kindness and light
Knowledge of plight
And genderless rights
//
The me I feel is so much more
Than qualities defined in war
Than a single gender’s core
Than a hetero or a whore
//
I am not merely just a wife
A daughter or a reproductive vice
I am a partner, child and person with rights
I am myself, under all the lights
About the Creator
Selena Shandi
I am a very optimistic human being who studied psychology and comparative religion in school, worked closely with individuals with disabilities / diverse abilities and now live in my van writing.
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