My identity

 Being born a woman, from a biological and spiritual standpoint, is the most amazing thing that could happen to me. But socially it sucks, like majorly-royally-cosmically sucks. Yet I would not change it for all the gold in the world, in my case all the marshmallow in the world.

I cannot be bought with gold, but I can be bought with marshmallow! Just saying... On a more serious note, it melts in the mouth, and when wrapped in shredded coconut it is even better. No, now on a really serious note, not that marshmallow isn't a serious topic. 

My identity as a woman is always tied to another and it hurts and burdens me so much. Whenever I point it out, suddenly I am the problem. I tried putting up with it but I ended up exploited and shredded (like the coconut). 

My identity was always tied to my parents, lovers, family or work. Whatever I did for myself and by myself was always refered to them. If you knew how much I have worked my ass off in private, alone and without support, no one would dare to call me bitter or a cry baby. 

When it is time for the applause, I see the support team, which was previously silent, now magically appearing for the final salute and the accolades.  Do they think that I am dumb? I am self made. I am also self healed. And I intend to claim it with all my might and shout it from the top of my lungs. I AM THE DISSENTIENT SHADOW GODDESS, that's my identity. I am the dissentient one who conquered her shadows helped by the GODDESSES. I am my cosmic mothers. I am the daughter of darkness and rebellion herself. Digest that (maybe some might want some Malox). 

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