The One Who Was Meant to be a Whistle Blower

My Life Flashing Before My Eyes

I remember something. I remember back when I was younger. I remember I would keep on asking and asking, why could I not go to school? Why could the boys get an education, get a job, learn, hunt, read while us women needed to stay at home, confined? Why? The only answer I've ever gotten is because that's just how the world is.

Even so, I still grew up asking and asking. Before, I was known as the perfect mother, the perfect wife, the perfect woman, who followed the orders of the men around her, the one who isn't "loud" who "knows her place". Essentially, "you're perfect because you don't speak up for yourself." Yet, I wouldn't allow that. I never wanted to be the perfect woman.

And when I got my daughter, that's when I snapped.

That's when I realized,

Something needed to be done.

I can't live like this.

So, I became something highly illegal, something that has cost me life.

I became a witch.

And since I was a witch I could break more rules.

I could read, I could... learn. And finally, I'd be able to speak up at some point. For me, my daughter, and for other women.

I stopped trying to become the perfect wife, the perfect woman that everyone believed I was.

I was everything they said I am not.

But soon, my husband found out. And before I knew it, I was hung from a tree, alongside my three year old daughter.