Art work by Chiara Fersinis
I have lived in your shadow so long
You have taken much from me
My soul, my being, my heart
You have left me shaking and irresolute.
But enough is enough; no more can you call me
‘Stupid, dumb, irrational, ignorant,
You’re a woman so what would you know
Get back where you belong.’
I have seen through your poison
Your barbs will no longer take hold
I am a woman to be reckoned with
Preparing myself for my greatest battle.
Do not be confused by this new me
I am no painted maypole, no Jezebel,
What you will see is the real me, liberated
Set free from your yoke of oppression.
I am a woman of means, of purpose
I will rise above your world of pettiness
I will be used nor abused any longer
For my sights are on a higher target.
You will not stop me; I will not be broken
You will not reduce me again to a cowering mess,
I will stand up as never before
Call you for what you really are, nothing!
I know you will doubt my resolve
Ridicule my intention as silly woman’s talk.
In the weeks to come, you will settle again
Into your lonely pathetic life.
The pitiful human you are, I leave behind
To wallow in the mire of your own existence
While I rise triumphant, my colours raised
The resilient woman you feared I would become.