I’m not a woman

I’m not a woman. I’m a wind that wants to escape the limits of rituals, politeness, and “have to’s”.
I’m not a woman. I’m a sky that wants to fill the air of this world with lightness, sunrises, and lace of purple shadows at dusk.
I’m not a woman. I’m an ocean thirsty to water dry throats with desire to fly.
I’m not a woman. I’m a snowflake that is dreaming about how she is exactly the same as all other snowflakes on your sleeve.
I’m not a woman. I’m a sunbeam that can never be caught.
I’m not a woman I’m a Woman who is all that and nothing. Filled with emptiness. Hurting with love. Crying the sun. Human and God.
Just me. Exactly the same as all other snowflakes on your sleeve.