My journey

I am from a society where women have lost their identity.

I am from a country where women and objects are alike.

Our mothers at birth teach us to be marginalized and divided.

Women,

We are building a society where dreams once have lost their color.

With my mother I learned the art of being a woman.

Cook, clean, do laundry, work.

With my mother I learned to take care of a child, girl or boy.

With my mother my brothers learned the art of being a man.

Finding excuses, use, handle, break.

With my mother I have not known how I was strong, powerful.

I did not know that the society is a reflection of my work as a woman.

Because with my mother and mothers before her, the men expressed stronger, they are adored and provide no effort.

Women are weaker, are working without rest and are despised.

Our society is the result of the education given to our boys and girls.

Our society is the product of our working woman ...

So woman I assume to be.

Yesterday is a dream past, a history.

Today is what tomorrow will be.

And today I know…

Woman I am.