What a conundrum!

3am:

In the morning…so taken aback astonishment, at-
Myself!
Hypocrite, wannabe, and again woman, read my former self, in feminism, in these words:

In the very celebration of the perfect human woman, both humanity and women were subtly denigrated
Warner quoted in Baring and Cashford

Now, I beg to differ, I just want to be denigrated for kicks, tho, by another woman,
Should I respond, or just let Warner say it?
I let her say it, I only talk to my former self
Life, my great teacher, says in a cliche, a convention of terminology,
Different strokes for different folks
Now-
In convention finds its freedom,
Says its okay why should I even say it?
Says no matter how hard i try, I only talk of myself, not women, tho that’s the conversation,
And hypocrite, wannabe, woman, is what I want to get out of, and
Is what I needs must be myself,
Is how I must accept myself,
As that I am myself

     Woman

           Me
    Imperfection–

That no one up till now could say,
Then why would I say anything?
Or why would I say anything else, cause that’s who I am, and proud,
Cause I want to get off my head,
I want to “escape freedom”
And then why do I say anything,
If I’m just talking in a circle,
By my own admission being my freedom from myself
And then where lies freedom, except in the arms of another woman?
I guess I’m saying feminism:

           what is woman?

Me-
G-

To me is just imperfection, with a flourish at the end, with my image of the

     Perfect woman,
           G

      A woman,

Perfection in all forms, the opposite pairs of woman: goddess!