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What do you think I am?
Who do you think I am?
You know what? Don’t tell me.
I don’t care.
I am well aware
of what I am.
I am a woman.
Why is there no “just”?
Because I am a woman
and I am proud.
I know the power of emotions. I use it.
Even when I was told,
it wasn’t worth it.
I am myself.
And I embrace it.
I won’t back down.
Not even when you corner me.
I will never shut up and sit down,
and do just and only
what you order me to do.
I am a miss,
not your freaking toy.
And I am not a dog you can whistle on.
I am a force,
not your property that you can touch whenever you want.
I am my body, but also my mind and heart.
I am my dreams, my fears,
my passion and love.
I am a woman and I appreciate that I am.
Because the beauty and magic in it is a divine fairytale.
So instead, I will ask you:
Who do you think you are?
Trying to steal my dignity,
my pureness,
my identity,
my life.
Remember that I am a woman.
And as Maya said I’ll also still rise.
But that doesn’t mean you can make your disgusting tries
to ruin me and others
when we don’t want to give you what’s ours.
You had the power,
when we both thought I was weak.
But that’s in the past darling,
now I am strong and free.
Now you cannot steal ANYTHING from me.
Remember that when you try my patience again.
Remember that when you try to hurt any of us again.
Remember that we are women.
And we will not let you get away
with your awful desires
and what you do when you can’t “control” yourself.
Better ask yourself next time you’ll want to act dreadful again:
Who are you?
A piece of shit or a man?
Vanessa Bertelmannová
