Yes, I am a woman. The one who was loathed at birth. The one unloved in childhood. The one who had to abide by rules. The one who was not supposed to question norms. The one who was taught to be blind, timid and shy. The one who did all and had none. The one who was a doormat. The one who would never complain. The one who could be handled like a puppet. The one who could be stared at, touched inappropriately and used. The one who was an object. The one who died without mourning. ********************************* I am a woman. Free. On my own. Yes, I am a woman.