I fear femininity.
I fear being a woman.
I go through the world on high alert,
Fists clenched ready to strike a blow,
Voice ready to belt out a scream,
Words ready to strike out in defense.
Fear hovers above me,
Subtle like the touch of a spirit.
I fear having my humanity dismembered through rape,
I fear being slapped into silence,
I fear being handed over into obscurity.
I fear that my existence in a female form lessens my humanity.
I long to be a woman.
My soul longs to live freely as a woman.
My being longs to exist proudly as a woman.
I long to be beautiful, mind, body and soul, as a woman.
I long to be loved, truthfully, as a woman.
I long to be human, dignified, as a woman.
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