I thought I lived for a name, Mrs something

Just like my mother, aunties and grandmother,

I thought our lives was a structure

Just like my parents and my grandparents,

I thought I needed a man only to achieve,

Just like my father trusted only things done by my brothers intervention

More than my mother’s.

I wish I understood why I hated being a girl

In my childhood and wanted to be more like my big brother,

I wish I understood why I liked seeing myself with boys than girls,

Or why I was laughed at by a bunch of boys when I wore a dress for my mother,

And I wish I knew that people would project their fears onto me for my choices,

Maybe I would have been more stubborn to ignore,

Just like my stubborn mother ignored me in a suit at my uncles wedding day.

I wanted to be on a journey of my own,

The one I heard you could fall and rise,

I craved for discovering the world on my own,

The world I could call mine,

The one I heard you make a couple of risks and decisions for your life to succeed,

Not the one i would be in someone else’s life decisions,

The one you find yourself every day but not being lost forever.

Now that I have met more stubborn women,

I feel & I need my womanhood to understand myself,

I understand freedom is worth fighting for everyday,

I believe we aren’t just beautiful on the man’s lips,

But brave for a man’ s heart to believe,

From centuries,

Stubborn women wants to own and live their choices,

And That’s how stubborn women made me see light in myself.