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When I speak, I speak not only to you.

I speak to your ancestors too

The ones who taught you this cruelty.

Those who defined me as a home and kitchen keeper

A child bearer, just a cook, the servitude of a man.

Those who taught you that I am a less gender

That boundaries to education, job and outside kitchen

I must accept.

 

Yes, I will now speak

That is done. I am a woman.

I am greater than your ancestors’ inherence

I will speak. I need that you cherish too

Education must be shared

I am beyond the servitude. I am human

 

I will speak.

I am not a commodity.

Don’t come with gold to my parents for exchange

I need it to be at a round table-

There give me chance to say my mind- it is me and you

Why other people?

 

I will speak; I too have a voice

My lips must open and say my feelings

My body must feel free to share its feelings

When I come to you and say;

I am in love with you, fret not

Give me chance at a round table too-

There tell me your mind

And I will abide