All Charming…

So what if I can’t be all charming and laugh at all their silly jokes…

Is it so bad to have a mind of my own?

So what if I don’t sit like a lady with my legs carefully folded and hands uptight?

It doesn’t mean that I can’t.

So what if like a child I want to have every toy and yet…there’s a favorite one?

So what if I want to speak what I feel without caring if I am hurting you

You know that you have hurt me too.

So what if I want to talk about the government and the policies that they make?

Does it make me any less feminine?

So what if I walk out of my house in my shorts and with uncombed hair

What if I feel beautiful that way too?

So what if I love in reckless abandon

But once in a while I want to play safe too?

So what if I don’t want to be “proper” all the time

Will the world really come to an end?

Flipping through the pages of an old file I found this “poem” that belonged to my feminist days… J

First I laughed at what I had written and then nostalgia took over…A lot has changed since then but some of it still remains…