Words and Voices: Atypical of the Stereotype

Words and Voices: Atypical of the Stereotype

Atypical of the Stereotype

by Jaya Lulla


I am a woman.
I’m nobody’s possession.
I’m nobody’s responsibility.
I’m nobody’s burden.
I’m nobody’s business.
I’m me, just like you are you.
I don’t need safety, just because I’m a woman.
I don’t need support, just because I’m a woman.
I don’t want you to tell me how I’m supposed to be like, just because I’m a woman.
I don’t want you to preach me the difference between the good and the bad, just because I’m a woman.
I’m a woman, I’m free, I’m alive, I’m very much in my senses, I’m alert, I’m advanced, I’m educated, I’m moody, I’m generous, I’m loud, I’m quite, I’m strong, I’m weak, I’m simple, I’m complicated.

I have my phases, like you have yours.
I’m me, just like you are you.
I’m much more than a gender.
I’m much more than a race.
I’m much more than a sexual appearance.
I’m much more than a pretty face.
I’m much more than a tag.
I’m much more than a taboo.
I’m much more than an image.
I’m much more than a laughter.
I’m much more than a tear.
I’m much more than a comparison.
I’m much more than a fear.
I’m much more than an intellect.
I’m much more than an object.
I’m a woman.
No.
I’m much more than a woman.
I’m an individual like you are one.
I’m very much me, like you are very much you.