Who am I?

A poem for my English class about woman.

Who am I?

To you.

Am I quiet, petite

everything I should be 

to you?

I see my disguise

a reflection in your eyes

and ask myself again

Who am I?

I have lived through

Sorrows and guilt aplenty

Deaths mourned and sacrifices made

Hurricanes and Tidal waves

of just plain Stuff

that gets bottled up inside.

Now can you please tell me, Who am I?

It's pointless to ask

I know

you do not have the answer

But I do

I am that girl

sitting in the corner reading

as you start preaching

about the grandeur of your masculine race

But would you be able to face

the inferno in my soul

hidden

just so I can be

this disguise that you see

Tell me

Can you walk into the flames of Hell

and still live to tell?

I thought not

So what makes you think 

you can put out these flames of mine?

These flames will Never die

Because

I am a woman.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Smart, sharp and spectacular write...simply amazing write!

[Dhaye]

Wow! An amazing piece about woman.
Good job!

[John F Carver]

I like it a lot. I'm not sure why but I identity with it, more than you would think. There seems to be yet way too much presumption and presence of unwarranted machismo. Thanks for your the statements.

[Lexi I.]

Love this! I felt--and could very well relate to--the repressed feelings of being a woman, trapped in the man's world. I especially appreciated the lines where you wrote:
"Hurricanes and Tidal waves
of just plain Stuff
that gets bottled up inside."
I completely understand the sentiment of having to constantly be someone else and act in certain ways. I feel that women oftentimes have to put on a "man" face. If we act like women, we are being too sentimental or emotional. If we stand up for ourselves, we are being too feminist. This describes the fine line, women walk in today's world and the resulting "exhaustion" that comes with that feat.

[CecilA]

Voice11,

This poem is wonderful. I can actually get inside you and sense all your emotions and respond to the poison arrows piercing your body, mind, soul and spirit. Only great writers can have this effect. I would have used a flaming red font.

Some men can be such b******s. But those are hollow inside. They are so afraid of themselves that they bully and abuse to try and compensate for their lack. To no avail they seek to elevate themselves above the femininifty from which they came. They are to be pitied for they don't know what the hell they're doing.

Well thought out and superbly written.

[gombeggar]

wonderful, wunderbar! a great expression of somene learning who she is...i like it much

[quinfinn]

and i hear you roar! no doubt in my mind (or my heart) that the female of the species is the more beautiful, more deadly, more clever and so much more sophisticated. please remember me kindly when you take over the universe....

[Carolann Dowsett]

Wow I love this, amazing write.

[Icelanna]

Women are superior anyway....lol But i really like this it has a voice of soul-searching in progress. You know who you are in the end, concluding it in a very strong manner which shows your proud to be a woman no matter what the opinions you get from others are. Nicely penned.
Love to you x

[Dr. Wood ?]

well said......spoke the man

This was quite moving and very powerful

well done