Hello. I am she. I am her. I am that girl. I am that woman. My identity does not matter. For hell, in society I do not matter. This is another story told. But the twist is, it is nothing new. It is the same story with a different cast. The same plot and the same ending. Except, this story does not end; because it will continue to happen over and over. My story moved from someone onto me and now, from me to someone else. I do not wish my story upon anyone, but it is the sad reality we live in but choose to deny.
Women are misunderstood. If we try to fight for ourselves we are associated with the stereotypical "I hate men" feminists. If not, then, It is our fault. It is a common misconception. It is overlooked.
We are indeed, mistreated. By society, by men, by ourselves. There are standards set for women. Dress right, stay slim, walk right, talk right. All these different things set in place for us. Generations of women fought to be looked at as equals to men. To this day, woman are seen as inferior and if a man's superiority is threatened then she is a bitch, a whore, a slut, a temptress.
Why? Why must it be that way? All we want is to live in peace. This is a generalization. It is understandable that each culture in society has its' black sheep, but must we all suffer for it.
Why? Why do I have to worry if my future will be secured?
Not only are women abused in society but we are abused in our homes. In the places where we are meant to be safe.
Uncles who are supposed to be protectors. They protect in the day, and prey in night; vise versa. You think you can trust the knights, but they use their title, their power for their selfish needs.
At first, you think nothing of it. You are young and naive; and, they know that. You go on in life looking back when you are now older and you wonder, "Did that really even happen?" You wonder because it is something so horrid, your own mind does not want to accept it.
You were not educated about these things as a kid; you were innocent, and that innocence was stripped from you. The innocence that you were supposed to cherish and value. The innocence that was supposed to be your decision to give up. Taken by animals. Animals who tarnish the community of men.
Not all men are the same and not all women are either. But those black sheep continue to stain our communities and create a civil war. We should be at peace but we cannot till the black sheep are caged up.
They want to talk about their own rights. What rights? You gave up your rights the moment you took another's. Don't preach about rights to us when you had the audacity to corrupt the innocence.
From this the only thing you might take away is, "Oh she's just another feminist." I always hated the term. Despised it, but now I'm choosing to stick by it. Not because I wanted to, but because you made me.
