The Hidden Answers

I wanted to be a teacher, and an astronaut. I wanted to become the dancer. I wanted to plant trees and have kids. I was the girl who ordered coffee right before you at the Starbucks this morning. The girl that broke that traffic light last night at 10 P.M. I was traveling in the auto next to yours, three nights ago. You tried to chat me up last week at the bar down the street. You almost sold me a credit card this afternoon, but
I was running around at work and I hung up before you could. I am the girl with the parents far away. I am the girl grew up with six siblings. And I m also her, who has nobody. I could be somebody's wife, daughter, mother, sister -but what if I am not?

Do I only not deserve to be raped and abused by relationships I have? Is my relation to a man only thing  that defines me?  What if I am not a daughter, sister, mother or a wife?  What if I m just me? Yes, I am that virgin who likes to make a statement with her attire. I am the shy girl comfortable in her skin. I am dying to explore my sexuality and yes, I m the girl that's been sexually abused in the past. I am not just that I am many more. I am studying for my exam. I am traveling back drunk at 3 A.M. from a party. I am standing outside the bar crying over a bad break up. I am working in a call center to support my younger brother's education. I am an individual. I am strong. I am every girl that has been touched, teased, slapped, abused or raped. I am also every girl that is scared of being alone on the streets, because I am scared of being objectified. I am a goddess, you say. Then why am I so scared of your presence around me? Why am I not safe? Why am I not independent? 

Today, when country has completed days with years of independence. This is all I ask for you. My freedom to breathe. To live. To be me. To not be ashamed of who I am. Because I do, did not, and never will deserve this.