Who do you think you are?
To tell me what to do?
Or who I am, or who I can be?
Do you really think I was made from your side?
To be below you and subject to you?
And only a mere extension of you?
Rather than the image and likeness of God, myself ?
I am me!
I am not manufactured from your bone!
Or your mind or your imagination!
As an afterthought, an addendum, a second best!
I am made of stardust
And as such
Of the same divinity just
As you are made in the image of.