I am she who wanted to be a man,

because it's easier and much more fun.

I am she who was cursing from excruciating pain every month.

I am she who was dreaming of riding across the wild prairies on a bare horse,

but was taught about corporate ethics instead.

I am she who was ashamed of being touched without being asked. 

I am she who was told 'you are woman, you are water, you murmur and flow quietly.'

But if I am Water, I can be Niagara Falls,

If I am Water, I am washing mountains and destroying dams.

And if I am Earth, I am a hot lava volcano.

When I am Fire, skies get hot from my flames. 

If I am Air, I am a hurricane wind blowing through centuries, 

erasing cities and empires into dust to calm down and become 

a gentle breeze caressing your hair. 

Warm Earth with her palms underneath your feet 

when you are wearily wandering home. 

Quiet stream with water of life where you drown your thirsty lips on a hot day.

A candle's flame illuminating a timid embrace as the night falls. 

Now I am she who doesn't believe what she's told.

Now I am she who remembers whose Daughter I am.

Masha Marjatta