Will you stand me in the line with all the brown-eyed people?
Make me step into the circle where only women are allowed?
Shall I kneel at the altar of the crucified Jesus? Prostrate myself before Allah? Follow Buddha? Whirl like the Universe in Dervish ecstasy? Or shall I simply stand upright, praising Mother Nature and the spark of godliness within myself?
Am I to be fitted carefully into a box of society's design? Labeled and given a script, approved and sanctioned by some great almighty THEY?
Will I stand in silence and never lift my voice? Will I yield , in body, mind and spirit?
Shall I be an American woman? Or my father's Arab-American daughter? My mother's little Hungarian girl? My grandfather's Italian-American grandchild?
Shall I take my place at the head of the class? The bookish young woman who loved learning - more than she cared for boys?
Will you know me as "that foreign girl" ? As Amy and Jason's mother? As Jim's ex-wife? As sister? As friend?
As your neighbor who talks to birds, hugs trees and still dances in the rain?
Am I young? Am I old? Am I White? Black? Brown? Tan? Red? Yellow? Or am I a Rainbow?
Tell me: How then will you know me? How then shall I be known?

Know me as all these things. Know me as a citizen of Earth. Know me as a Human Being. Know ME.

Kismet