Turning the Table

by Pia Mehdwan

I am a girl, when did I become a woman? I am a woman, when did I become an idea? I am an idea, when did I become a muse? I am a muse, when did I become an expectation? I am an expectation, when did I become elusive? I am elusive, when did I become binding? I am binding, when did I become shackled?

I am a girl; I’ve become a woman. I am a woman, I have my own idea. I have my own idea, I am my own muse. I am my own muse, I set my own expectations. I set my own expectations, I choose to be elusive. I choose to be elusive, I choose what binds me. I choose what binds me, I break any shackles.