The things you taught me.
Like bamboo, I am strong, yet flexible. Soft, but resilient. I will continue to grow. I am tough.
I have a voice that demands to be heard. A spirit that refuses to be broken.
I move with the wind. I push against it.
I have an insatiable appetite for love, but acceptance pokes a hole. Too many holes and I will sink.
I will fight for my freedom. I will stand up to my oppressors.
If I am not growing I am dying,
If I am talking I am not learning,
I am a woman