Þessi ótrúlega kona heitir Ani DiFranco. Hún er ljóðskáld og tónlistarmaður. Hún er 41 árs og býr í Bandaríkjunum. Hún veit ekki hver ég er. Hún veit ekki að ég elska hana. Hún veit ekki heldur neitt rassgat um það hversu vel henni tókst í þessu lagi að lýsa því hvernig mér líður alltaf. En það tókst henni sannarlega.
Mig langar svo oft að segja nákvæmlega þetta. Og þegar ég heyrði þetta lag fyrst sendi ég textann í Kindilinn minn og les hann stundum fyrir sjálfa mig í strætó í svona inspirational tilgangi. Ani er best í heimi, ég elska hana og svona upplifi ég það að vera framlínufemínisti:
you think I wouldn’t have him
unless I could have him by the balls
you think I just dish it out
you don’t think I take it at all
you think I am stronger
you think I walk taller than the rest
you think I’m usually wearing the pants
just ’cause I rarely wear a dress
well…
when you look at me
you see my purpose,
see my pride
you think I just saddle up my anger
and ride and ride and ride
you think I stand so firm
you think I sit so high on my trusty steed
let me tell you
I’m usually face down on the ground
when there’s a stampede
I’m no heroine
at least, not last time I checked
I’m too easy to roll over
I’m too easy to wreck
I just write about
what I should have done
I just sing
what I wish I could say
and hope somewhere
some woman hears my music
and it helps her through her day
’cause some guy designed
these shoes I use to walk around
some big man’s business turns a profit
every time I lay my money down
some guy designed the room I’m standing in
another built it with his own tools
who says I like right angles?
these are not my laws
there are not my rules
I’m no heroine
I still answer to the other half of the race
I don’t fool myself
like I fool you
I don’t have the power
we just don’t run this place
