I am a woman!

I am a woman… 

“Sometimes” I am a bit complicated… 

Sometimes a sorrowful folk song, sometimes a lively dance tune… 

And the transition between these is unique only to me… 

Sometimes even we cannot decipher the sounds coming from the vocal cords of our hearts. 

As if speaking in another language. 

That is why it is quite difficult for a man to understand a woman. 

That is why it should not be “A Man” who determines, speaks about, or insists on “A Woman’s” rights, laws, what she wants or does not want, or how she should live! 

Do we interfere with your beard, your mustache, how you should wear your pants, or the color of your underwear? 

Therefore, even if you are not going to lend a hand, just don't get in the way! 

I am a woman… 

I am also a bit complicated… 

We women draw inspiration from each other, we women imitate each other. 

We women sometimes get annoyed with each other. 

Actually, no matter how much we dislike or get annoyed with each other sometimes, we unfortunately miss or forget that we will only become stronger when we start to take pride in each other’s successes and start to appreciate each other’s achievements. 

We don't know. 

But we remember… 

Especially with the injustices experienced in recent years, sisters who realize this are embracing each other with all their differences… 

I am a woman… 

I am also a bit complicated… 

I cannot have the vocal cords of my heart removed. I cannot have them removed. 

Actually, I don't want to have them removed either. 

Even if it sometimes sings sorrowful folk songs, I love the sounds coming from there very much. 

Because right after that sorrowful song, that heart sometimes bursts into laughter, and those laughs make me even more beautiful. 

I am a woman… 

I am also a bit complicated… 

Sometimes I write it myself, I undo it myself! 

Sometimes, like a tiger, I heal my wounds with my own tongue… 

Sometimes, I find that compassion in a man, or in a child, or in a cat… 

I get bored, I cut my hair… 

Then I stubbornly continue to grow it out. 

I am a woman… 

I am also a bit complicated… 

I am on the side… 

I am on the side of every sister of mine for her beliefs, lifestyle, rights, and freedoms… 

As many wounds as I have, I find just as much healing within myself… 

That healing is in my heart, in my chest, in my laughter, in my tears, in my courage, in my love, in the lines on my face, in the gray hairs on my head, in the stretch marks on my body, in the eyes looking at me in the mirror… 

I am a woman… 

Every morning I give birth to myself anew…