I see Thorn out pages flying before my eyes pages that dog eared so long ago that it began to believe they were born that way.

The wall in front of the library Res Art has no gender, but artists do.

It is a sunny afternoon in 2019 and I have an interview question to answer.

So what is it like being a female artist?

Well, same as being a male artist.

Except you don't get asked that question.

You see, we female artists have a sordid history, our history defined by the rules of genitalia.

In 1956 minutes, Society Award winner gets asked if she's only popular for her beauty and paraphernalia.

I'm sorry, Amrita freedom, but it wasn't for your youth and beauty.

It was for your progressive notions against heteronormative ity.

It was for your resistance on your rebellion, on the stance that you held in the life that you lived in the battles where you bled.

I'm sorry.

Female artists it is 2019 and that wall in front of the library reads.

Art has no gender but artists to rewind 100 years before Amrita Pretty in the land of beauty, bounty and freedom in 18 59 lift the Bronte Sisters in England, who began to publish their writing under a male pseudonym because they're writing wasn't what we considered feminine.

I'm sorry, Bronte sisters, but if it wasn't for your unfeminine words and letters, feminism would just be an f word that no one utters.

I'm sorry, Frida Kahlo.

I'm sorry.

Amy Winehouse.

I'm sorry, Amrita.

Share you.

I'm sorry.

Around the T.

Roy.

It is 2019 and that wall in front of the library reads.

Art has no gender, but artists do fast forward.

November 2019 Female artists are still considered more female, less artist Suburb Biology's under scrutiny.

It is no less than a mutiny that 100 years forward or 100 years behind.

We're still asking you to change your mind.

We're asking you to look at art with a heart.

We're asking you to not determine it by a chromosome.

So before I leave this library and begin to walk back home I march towards that goddamn war.

I see tone out pages still flying before my eyes I touched him, I fold them I scrunch them back their stereotypes I take down that wall, I crack it open a scatter and smash those bricks like their prejudices Just waiting to be broken I scream and yell with the same enthusiasm that Madame Curie must have had when she discovered radium so that I can stand in front of all of you in the stadium and tell you for once and for all that art has no gender and neither do artists.