The standards I have set for myself
are almost impossible to return from.
I want a life burning with excitement,
a life where my femininity is celebrated.
In this diaspora I live,
I just need to be great.

No one depends on me.
I cling to myself
like a sloth clinging to its tree.
I have a future that hangs
at the corner of my head,
ready to burst into reality.

Without greatness in mind, I'm merely a breeze,
another woman ready to be sold off for marriage.
But I am nothing without the future I see.
I can’t live
live without the greatness I impeccably need.

I'm all I have.
and I need.