Just a girl," they would state.
I am just, yet not justified in my sensitivity.
I find myself angered by the opinions of the silent,
I am angered by the fear that I feel due to my assumptions.
"Their leaving is near!'  The noises bounce between the rough edges of my skull.
I deafen my listening, but I remain able to hear.
It has been written by many that nature speaks,
personifying and further classifying its features -
just as though nature were a woman.
And if nature were a woman,
would she become then incapable of
simple existence?
Her essence becoming nothing more
than a product of the highest supposed power;
the God of man.