You stand there and laugh
At your pedestal  
As if you’re better than me
But are you?

We both come from dirt
And will be dirt.

Who are you?
Who are you to tell me
That I need you
To be a woman?

Why do I have to
Attach my worth to you?
Am I not sufficient?
Why do I need you?

And here I stand
On the edge of change
Should I dare?
Should I dare take a step?

I don't want things to change
They say change is for the best
But is it really good
If I am unrecognizable
To myself?