I have never been the
Until I needed to be.
Until it became a requirement.
Until it became necessary for
I was born
the fighting type.
With a chord around my neck
And my legs kicking.
I had to fight, for if I didn’t I would die.
I grew up the
When I was born a girl. XX
When boys were a dominant race. XY
When I had a different pigment.
When white was more beautiful than
The brown I was born into.
When my skin now had a political stamp.
A statement ensuring my constant need
To fight in a war I didn’t sign up for.
I fight because I am afraid.
If someone can’t say my name right
I have to fight with my ID to conform to
If someone sees a ring on my finger
They assume family is my only ambition
And children my only purpose.
When someone sees wrinkles around my eyes
Or lines around my mouth
They do not assume I’ve lived a full and
They assume I am withered and no
I continue to fight, for if I don’t
I’m afraid I will die.
I am afraid that if I don’t say no loud enough
He will not hear me.
I am afraid that even if I exceed expectations
I will remain underestimated and overlooked.
I am afraid that the shape of my body will
Eclipse the beauty of my mind.
But I continue to fight.
Because maybe if I fight now
My children won’t have to.
This is one of my first poems I have ever shared with anyone but I feel with the political and social air that we have been experiencing lately, this conveys how some people (myself included) might be feeling right now. I leave you with one of my favourite quotes: “I don’t want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself.” ~Emma Watson