A WOMEN WHO EXISTS WITH ANSWERS NEVER ASKED.

Some women know what they want to know, while others live in a bubble of denial, waiting with a meagre probability to be touched by reality to unwind their minds. The question that was never asked went unanswered, and answers went unheard because they were never questioned. Why is there such a renaissance for women, who do not exist as a separate entity but rather as a part created to fit into patriarchal society's norms? What if she steps out of the bubble and finds herself confused because she never learned how to ask a question? What appears to be a query is her response, and her answer is a question she has for you. Women who belong to that segment of the intersection, who are neither poor nor wealthy, black nor white, highly educated nor certified illiterate, physically oppressed nor mentally excused; women who are hanging like the London bridge, which hangs but is unlikely to fall due to its structure. If you're looking for voices, do you want to hear a mindful expression from someone who never knew how to think or someone who never knew how to find words to express it? It is as complex as the matrix of intersectionality, attempting to reconnect sections through permutations, combinations, and probability, and is difficult to comprehend for a simple mind and a vulnerable soul searching for its self-existence. When a woman tries to live in wholeness, she is burdened by a plethora of factors, including race, class, gender, sex, age, location, and vocation. A voice has died, and no one has mourned for it because it was never heard before she learned to speak loudly and enough to be called a VOICE.