I am different, am unique, am weird
I scare people, I make them think “How can she be so….. Manly”
I am visible, I am vocal, I talk with confidence and a loud voice, then they say “It can’t be is she not a female”
I am the dawn of a new era
I am definition of hard work. I work, I work
In the house, at workplace, at my friends’? etc
I work twice and hard…… but I get paid half the attention
I am a the new generation
I am at my prime, my years of visibility
I am visible to so many things and people alike
My visibility is my pain.
My clothes, my fashion describes my version on the time that has already been in existence
Of course it becomes the argument of my predicament at different times.
I am a description of time immemorial but could hardly be remembered
My contributions are mere talks, stories, fables passed down by those interested to other generations?
You try finding my works/history of achievements/contributions in books, libraries or on the internet then you’ll know what I am talking about.
I am almost dead a contribution to this generation and the generation unborn?
I could be described like the breadth of life
I use all my resource, strength and vision to train, nurture and care for that which was in me and with me
I am ear to hunger and cloth to nakedness even when I could hardly feed and cloth myself.
I am the strength & wisdom of many consulted in the dark but whose wisdom is used to build, create and add value with no credit given me.
I am a girl
I am woman.
