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A caterpillar once asked me, who I was.

And in return I said: Who am I?


I am the one who managed not to drown in my own pool of tears even though I was
consumed by own despair and I am the one who followed her curiosity into a realm of
impossibilities, who ate the rocks thrown at her by those who disapproved of: who I was,
and what I was doing; and I am the one who when ordered to execution revealed the
mechanisms of superiority to be as flimsy and shakable as a worn deck of playing cards
attempting to portray some shoddy form of military defense...
I once oined a game of chess and came out of it as a !ueen if that doesn"t impress you
then when told I was a cog in the machine of the dream of some man, I dismissed such
a ludicrous, belittling placement of my significance as nothing more than nonsense#
A $heshire cat once told me I was mad, but everyone else is ust as emotional,
irrational, and complicated as I am so that floating grin still haunts me to this day as the
first clear notification that generalities of my gender do not define me.
I could tell you that the %ad &atter is fine but I will also tell you that I will determine when
and how and if my hair needs cutting and his opinions will forever, remain in that
perpetual tea time.
I am someone who sometimes is sorry 'isney didn"t give me a romance, but the
continuation of my existence will never depend on a (rince $harming because instead, I
defeated the )abberwock * with aws that bite and claws that tear...
I am not !uite sure who I am# +ut my actions typically precede me.
,o it shouldn"t surprise you to find
that I
am a woman.

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