A nobody

Before anyone reads this „poem“ (if anyone reads it at all), I’d like to mention the reason why I wrote this. It is because I’ve read something that in a way belittled women, and it made me feel really unappreciated. It made me remember all the times my words weren’t heard and weren’t taken seriously. I’ve remembered how much I’ve cared about my looks and how people perceived me. Something just snapped in my head and yet again I’ve found myself wanting to give up trying (whatever I am trying at the moment). But I do really want to be a no-one, in a way that I want people to see my qualities and not my gender. I want my looks to become see through and I want to accomplish something in my life. I really want to find motivation in myself and focus on the things I can do, even when people „diss“ me because of my gender. Most of all, I do not want to be a damsel in distress nor depend on anyone but myself. That’s how I plan to be happy.

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A nobody.

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I’d rather be a no-one than a woman,

In a forest defined by norms and sticks.

Black and white lines that beg to be bought

Bargain and plead, reduced to a bar code.

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Faceless, amorphous,

But still a pure echo and a voice to be heard:

I am a nobody, so hear my roar.

I belong to nobody, no-one at all.

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Only nobody can have me

And I will hold that person dear.

Qualities, sincerity

Values won’t disappear.

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I’ve waited so long

To discover who I am.

Here comes the truth:

I am nobody… and that is all that I am.