this one's for me
a little private confession. as much of a feminist as i am, as strong as i am, as much as i dont care about my appearance...
i do. when i am rejected because i am a woman who *will* speak her mind, when i am not "feminine" enough, not pretty enough, not enough of a sorority girl...
it gets to me.

this is for all the women who do not feel appreciated. we are not alone. there ARE those out there who appreciate us. they do exist. you do not have to be a lady to be a woman. i hope that at the end of this poem, you find some strength. strength to be yourself, whatever the cost.

"It is strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and I appologized to nobody. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish...except one. An inch. It's small and it's fragile, and its the only thing in the world that's worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us. I don't know who you are, or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you. I will never hug you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you. I hope that you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better, and that one day people have roses again. I wish I could kiss you.
Valerie"
~Alan Moore, V for Vendetta