The things you taught me. 

Like bamboo, I am strong, yet flexible. Soft, but resilient. I will continue to grow. I am tough. 

I have a voice that demands to be heard. A spirit that refuses to be broken. 

I move with the wind. I push against it. 

I have an insatiable appetite for love, but acceptance pokes a hole. Too many holes and I will sink. 

I will fight for my freedom. I will stand up to my oppressors. 

If I am not growing I am dying, 

If I am talking I am not learning,

I am a woman