I have love in my life. Sure.
But what about respect?
The admiration felt of shown for someone or something that you believe has good ideas or qualities.
I've shown it to my peers, to my family.
But I don't really get the same treatment.
Is it because I'm sixteen.
Is my age all I'm worth.
Why don't parents ever respect their kids?
Why don't they treat their kids equally?
Or according to their attitude or doings.
Why do people mock the people they're supposed to love?
Why do they treat them like shit?
Why doesn't my brother ever take responsibility for his actions?
And why don't my parents call him up on it like they do with me?
Is it because I'm a girl?
And if I get angry after a series of such injustice I get called sensitive or I'm asked if I'm on my period.
While my brother is treated normal.
His screaming is normal.
His immaturity is normal.
But I'm too much.
I don't even get the right to be angry, sad, or anything really.
And my own mother who has been a girl and is a women herself brings no objections.
Even thought she is supposed to be a woman of today's society.
A woman who supports the right of expression.
The right of equal treatment between genders.
Instead she mocks feminists exactly the way ignorant men do and is ashamed to be called one.
She uses my brother being a boy as an excuse to everything.
His incompetence, his arrogance, his awful manners, his irresponsibility, his downright cruelty not only to me but to her and other females he's known.
All because he's an insecure little boy who I'm honestly ashamed to call my brother.
He treats the world as his own.
Women as objects.
Even though he has grown with a sister and a mother.
But I guess I should blame my father for not being a good rolemodel.
For rarely being there to actually talk to and just being there to impose his opinions on others.
Mansplaining everything.
But still there's no excuse.
He should be his own indivisual.
And even though I believe parents can shape you. At the end of the day you are your own person.And can choose the right thing if you truly want to.
But when you are handed everything, and brag about your first and only job like a spoiled brat, being an ethical person at the end of the day becomes harder.
We're all victims of society, of ignorant beliefs carved into our heads, the gross depicting of men and women in social media platforms but we can fight it.
At the end of the day instead of judging that girls looks we can agree that he is beautiful and instead of judging a person we barely know we can agree that there's a lot hiding underneath the surface.
So even if you're mad at the world and swear that you can't take it anymore.
You can fight it one more minute, one more hour and one more day and make a true difference.
