“A Woman With Hopes. “

I love to hear the sound of emptiness. The sound of cars passing by . Without even noticing me. I love to be quiet. Without being noticed. I love feeling empty. Without feeling accepted or feeling wanted.

It’s the sudden excitement that I haven’t felt in years. Of something to do. Maybe some day. I’ll be that person again.

But never the less, my dreams. My hopes suddenly stopped from shinning. I wanted to be that some body. I wanted to be that person. I wanted to be that lawyer. Maybe a divorce attorney. Or maybe an immigration attorney.

But that dream suddenly stopped. When that someone told you you can’t be that someone because you’re a woman. Indeed I slammed my hand against the table angrily when I found that out. Was is it the empty stare in my eyes, or was it the no make up look that no one was expecting out of a woman not yet a girl. Or a child screaming within me begging me to come out of the shell.

Which one is it. Was it?

I might although never become that somebody with dreams, high hopes and or an achiever only because I’m a woman.