They tell me what to feel, how to be. They are my friend, my boyfriend, the woman I met on the street, my neighbour, my teacher, a stranger.
They speak with their eyes or upturned mouths. But speak they must!
They warn me not to dream. For all a girl has, is her limitations and limits never fullfil dreams.
They tell me it is too late, that I shouldn’t wait. For all a girl has, is her beauty and a ripe age.
They call me undesirable, for I speak with eyes that meet, and nerves of steel. For all a girl can be, is shy and submissive.
They ask me not to think, for I know not of the wolves that lurk. For all a girl can be, is perfect and perfection has no room for mistakes.
Sometimes I rebel. Break out of the mould they carved.
I fall, I fail.
Then they tell me not to try, for all a girl can ever be is the rule. Never the exception.
And so I try more. I keep trying till one day, I break the mould. And change the rules.
And so I dream and climb the mountains.
And so I wait and marry at 49.
And so I do Karate and stand up for me.
And so I make mistakes and learn from them.
For I know now that the wolf lurks within them. And that one day I will save myself from them.
And so I try, again and again. And I fail till I succeed.