Dearest,
Woman who
Tried to Belittle me.
I felt like I
was less than everyone else, because I couldn’t adopt this role. I was a
different kind of woman, who still hadn’t quiet realized that yet.
This is because I am required to
posses a set of qualities that determine whether or not I am a women. Yes,
entirely. And it’s never about having a burning passion brewing inside of me,
or challenging the industry, or standing headstrong for what I believe in—I
could have put an end to poverty, but I will still be unsuccessful because my
Sheila wasn’t wrapped the right way, and I forgot to serve my guests tea. This
has poisoned me for so long, because I am required to forget everything that I
am because people like you think that I am not woman enough.
But I refuse to let that tear at
my skin. I was never fashioned to be the proper woman that you want me to be,
and I’m not going to apologize for that.
I will wear a golden armor, a
titanium crown, and a cape that soars so high when I walk, and when it falls.
It only falls to cover everyone and everything that had ever tried to silence
me.
Sincerely,
I will not Be Belittled Again.
