"Why... was I born a woman, to be scorned by men in words and deeds? I ask myself this question in solitude... Your unfairness in not writing to me has caused me much suffering, that there could be no greater suffering... You yourself said there was no goal I could not achieve. But now that nothing has turned out as it should have, my joy has given way to sorrow... For they jeer at me throughout the city, the women mock me."
- Isotta Nogarola
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What I Want the World to See
الشعرIf I feel Lonely, I scratch myself and wander off to a world where no one knows me.
