I cry myself to sleep, knowing I’m only a woman,

I try to write how I feel, knowing I shouldn’t

I have been described as a witch,

I have been called the devil

As if I am not human, as if man and I,

are not on the same level

I am alone,

from dusk till dawn

The more I hide,

How long can I go on?

In the light of a different day, I see myself write to you,

To should from shouldn’t,

I write to you now–as a New Woman

F.B (This is temporary, I might change it)