A downpour, a torrent, a tornado
Where am I going?
I can see this cargo
As I am sailing
Is that a rescue? Shall I embrace it?
I am becoming more secular
As football players are for their fans, more and more popular
I am getting increasingly diverse
They are choosing the game of multicultures
Labelling can lead to a self-fulfilling prophecy
But for them I allow amnesty
I open my gates,
I let them enter my place
I welcome them
Like a prince in a harem
I get as a recompense
Their blames and their insults
Yet I know they will look
Back at their history
And see in their book
There has always been among them, controversy
One says it is Postmodernity
He thinks that now, I don't see maternity
As women's primary role
Another says, I have confused a soul
How they judge me depends
On their theories and their perspectives
Some like to understand
That it is a new wave
They bring themselves into this conflict
Of the Ism
They justify their ethic
By fighting. It is Marxism against Functionalism against Feminism
I am the victim
Since I am sourd-muet et aveugle
I pretend not to react
Besides I am disable
And with no arms and legs, I don't have an impact
But one day, they will acknowledge
That they are the ones who shape society
Give it a name. And encourage
The idea of Social Construction.
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