They won’t tell you what a woman is.
They only tell you what you should be, how you should be, where you should be.
They only tell you fairytales where princesses are;
Lost in the wild, poisoned, or caged in a tower restrained by dragons.
They won’t tell you what a woman is.
Perhaps they’re afraid of being blinded by all your colors;
Something deep, bold, fiery, yet delicate.
Perhaps they’re afraid that once you find out—
That women can be the raging currents of the ocean,
While being the calm waves of the sea;
How your sweat brings pride, your tears grow hope, your blood gives life;
That you can be hovering the clouds, fighting in a ring, or sitting at the head table.
That there could be a world where princesses need not a prince,
Where Cinderella wears sneakers so they won’t slip off her feet;
Where Aurora slaps the man who kissed her while she’s unconscious,
Where princesses tear down towers, ride dragons, and become the wild themselves.
A world where being a woman is a choice, not a birthright;
Where a woman isn’t just she and her,
Where a woman loves a woman,
Where a woman doesn’t have to bleed or carry a child.
They won’t tell you what a woman is, so tell them.
You are a woman.
Flesh and bones, thoughts and emotions.
You are not made of their words; not their beliefs, nor their stories.
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Written by: Gabrielle Tan
Artist: Gerald Reye
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