Risa on Fair For All

[Risa]

I am not a Dress"

Written by a 14 year old girl in Belfast

We are women, we are warriors of steel.

Woman is something no man will ever feel.

Woman is not a skill that any man can hone.

Woman is our word and it is ours alone.

I am not a dress to be worn on a whim,

A man in a dress is nonetheless a him.

Women are not simply what we wear.

If this offends you, I do not care.

I am not an idea in any man’s mind

And my purpose in life is not to be kind.

So while my rights are trampled every day of the week,

I will not stand by being docile and meek

I am not defined by sexist lies.

There is more to woman than that shallow guise,

That guise of dresses, bikinis and skirts,

Those clothes are not what womanhood is worth.

I am not a bitch, a TERF, a whore, a slag,

Hysterical, a witch, a slut, a hag.

No I am a woman, I am a female,

Who will not let her rights be put up for sale.

I am not defined by what men are not.

So to hell with cis misogynistic rot.

I am a woman, I’m not a subset of my sex.

If this makes me a dinosaur, so be it, I’m a T-Rex

I am not a bleeder nor a menstruator,

A womb carrier or a uterus haver.

Those words and phrases are such a sham.

Just call me woman, it is who I am.

We are women, we are warriors of steel.

Woman is something no man will ever feel.

Woman is not a skill that any man can hone.

Woman is our word and it is ours alone.