I am impatience.
I am questioning my parents telling me to save my desserts for after dinner.
I am watching my older brother get to go out but being told its different for me.
I am fighting waiting and watching with questioning and countdowns.
As I grow up, my impatience becomes more aggravated by the unjust.
I am waiting for equality among men and women, blacks and whites.
I am waiting to match men: dollar for dollar not dollar for 78 cents.
I am people telling me not to do things but being told to be empowered.
I am telling myself I would wait for marriage while trying to defeat the double standard of the sexualization of men and women.
I am waiting to not need a man in my arm to feel safe walking home at night.
I am a woman and I am waiting to not feel like a contradiction.
I am waiting to feel like a person.