I am a woman. W - 0 - M - A- N. I am free to desire, define, and decide on my womanhood. I AM. I live free from the patriarchial descriptions of who I am...I understand the Passion of Being a Woman. And yet, in your Bible, Quran, Constitution, or even in your mind, I am not a woman, but your object.
I cannot serve you. I am here to help. I do not want to be needed, I desire for you to desire me. Not for attention, but because I do the rest for myself, just fine, thank you. I understand you, feel you, and love you. I just cannot tolerate your manipulation of those gifts. I see you. In the dark, alone, happy, and even distressed. Don't punish me for seeing you. I pray for you. Not just for your well being, but for you to have the strength to be who you are meant to be. I do not, however, idolize you. I am content just being me, a woman, every 28 days.
Please do not blame me. It is not wrong of me to love you. Lest you consider yourselves loveless. I did not abandon you. I did not make you alone, but struggled to keep you well. I ask only that you receive your gifts and use them abundantly.
Where are you? Have I lost you? I have never strayed or wondered anywhere else; I wait patiently for you. I have accepted your judgment and resisted your wrath. Come back to me.
This is a letter to my brothers, fathers, men, and lovers.
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