I know, three posts in three days! Just keeping you on your toes!
But this post comes with a revelation.... I've decided to hop on the poetry train.
I am a daughter, a mother, a lover,
A woven thread
Inextricably bound to a stereotype.
I am a grain of sand,
A world inside another,
A role model for oppressive liberation.
I am boxed in, a mere appearance,
I make morning tea, and rule a nation.
Embodiment of mixed message identity.
I am. I am. Am I?