From many sides I hear the voices singing about the superiority of the man.
There are those voices that sing hymns to the strong, the prosperous, the warrior. The ruler, the head of the family, the wise old man. Those voices sing in romantic tone and they sing so loud, they will not hear another voice.
There are those voices that sing with numbers, their choir is academic. Of the winner in sports, the champion in science, the best in rethoric. Those birds sing a song of violence. They sing of a history built on slavery, a tune that goes in harmony with the screaming of the billions of women that suffered through what they sing of.
Not all voices are singing positive songs. There are those that sing of the superior man as the devil. The man that is dangerous, by default. The man that goes viral, the symbol of oppression, the one that has rape programmed into the brain.
I can hear voices singing about the father. The tower of strength, capable of holding everything together. The objective truth, the validator, the rational, the other. A man that is in control. A man with responsibilities.
Those voices do not sing about me.
Even though I know that I could in theory become any of the sung about, I know that I can not claim to be one of them. I feel, I feel it deep in me, that I want to be all of them, as I search for myself I hear those voices resonating with the sound that society has planted into me and kept me listening to all my life, but this resonance is painful.
Why would I ever make this decision to become on of them?
Who can teach me what else I could become?