Do not claim to speak for me
When your voice fillls with hate and superiority
I am not of your “sisterhood”
I am not of your exclusionary tribe
Those you cast aside, that you scorn
I know I’m not far behind
You tell me I betray “our kind of people”, but you didn’t ask if I was really one of “us”.
I may look like the right kind of woman, from the right neighborhood, the right school, the right country, speaking the right language with the right accent
Clean, respectable, honest, punctual
Trustworthy, loyal to some cause or nation, real or imagined
I’m only of value if I keep silent or stay in line.
I’m not here to be your example, your metaphor, a symbol for your struggle.
What do you know of my struggle? Or whether I share in yours?
You Do Not Speak for Me.
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