I AM A FEMALE OF THE NEW TIMES…

I am a female of the new times,
Which means I really haven’t any clue.
Men may carry over some belongings,
But women will be altogether new.

Each of us will have to be a sculptor
Carving madly every stage of life.
Our models must be pure imagination
Dancing in the winds of daily strife.

I’m sure there will be much I will regret:
Freedom offers vast fields for mistakes.
But I will spend my time among the mountains
Bathing in the shock of icy lakes.

I know that I don’t know what I will be,
And find that total ignorance inviting.
May many of my sisters come with me!
The journey will be painful and exciting.

(2003) someone has sent me this poem