#unfrozenforever #beautifulwithbrains #pinkbutbold
I had told my self that I would never freeze again, I would never have to stand on one spot breathing but dead, aware but stuck, blood flowing all over my veins, but my hands and legs refusing to correspond with my cry for help. Freezing was never my specialty but in times of trouble playing dead makes it easier for the big green Man to go away. Not until I had to sit down on a bus close to a respected Man, fully clothed in Abadga. I am not sure if he was respected because of his huge pockets or the fact that he seemed like a Grandfather. Nevertheless, sitting beside him at the back of the bus became a nightmare when his hands camouflaged under his white attire, reached out towards my breast and squeezed it like he had found two perfect retirement plans.
I wish I could tell you that I became so upset, that I transformed into wonder woman and crushed his hands with my tooth and cut off his fingers. Spitting it out like a barbarian, hungry for revenge and thirst for blood. Kicking him out of the bus like a super Mino, an Amazon of Dahomey, a warrior.
But no, I froze. Just like before, I froze, allowing him to touch a part of me before he left the bus without even knowing what my name was. Without even knowing who he decided to crush. Without even caring if I liked it or not .I froze; just like when "I froze" when papa told me not to tell. Just like when "I froze '' when I finally got the courage to tell mummy, but "she froze" as well, realizing that even mommy was told not to tell. Allowing her to freeze when she had the chance to put a stop to my big old hell.
Now we are one big frozen family, living in a big box of ice and blocks, generating a compound of Ice princesses that do not know how to defend themselves. Freezing up when our bosses tell us we are beauty without brains. Freezing up when our male friends tell us its just friends with benefit no one is getting hurt. Freezing up when we are chosen for the kitchen and not education. Freezing up when we are called prostitutes because we worked hard for a position higher than yours. Freezing up when we are rejected to be president. Freezing up when a casual visit to the bus stop reminds you of how a stranger made you feel like waste. Freezing up when we realise our daughters are playing dead just to make the big green Man go away.
Somebody needs to unfreeze this bondage, before we have daughters that depend on the flowers on top of their heads to hide away their shame. With a # tag that says flawlessforever #slaymamawithabigGod
#proudiceprinces
