I am so sick of women
being reduced to titles.
Like our names don’t represent
the hours our mothers spent in labour
just to see us, just to look in our eyes,
and know everything that we would accomplish.
Everything that we would be.
I was given my name
because I was meant to be different
(and a writer, funnily enough).
I am not His Girlfriend.
I am not a High School Drop Out.
I am what I say I am,
what I demand that you call me,
and no other names that you wish to give me
are permitted to leave your mouth.
— My Name is Not Girl, I.S.