What if I when was raised, God was a woman?
What if I was raised with men washing my clothes, cooking my meals, dusting my home?
What if the boys were asked to set the table, while I played outside?
What if I was raised to think about myself first, then those around me.
What if I was insulted, or groped, or pressured to have sex, and I pushed back,
I demanded my rights, I pushed you away and shoved you
And people actually cared
they were shocked at how someone treated me
What if I was able to hear my inner voice?
Shhh, quiet, what am I saying? I’m trying to listen
I can demand what I want . (what do I want?)
I can tell you how to please me, and correct you when it’s not right. (can you do that? No, you have to do that, down there. now)
I can go where I want to go, (where do I want to go? not you, me)
I don’t approach men and consider if they want me (do they want me, do you, do I?)
I don’t look to them for approval. (I don’t ache for it. I wasn’t raised that way)
I don’t want to please people, — I want to know who I am for myself
I don’t need the world’s approval— I want my own approval!
I don’t need you to like me, — I need to like me!
I don’t need to be told I am a good girl
I don’t need to be told I am anything, I am.
I can say no
I can say no because I know what I want
because I know what I don’t want
because I mean it and I can say it
I am disobedient
I am angry
I am alone and happy
I am horny
I am smart
I am busy
I am finding myself
Exploring the world
And I have the right
I have the right to decide, my body my clothes, my shoes, my colors, my food, my home, my dreams, my hair, my lover, my being, my life