Slaved

Just when I was 16 years old, I was sold. Harsh, Right? But that was the way of life. Life was straight forward in the most brutal way possible for being an object called "female". You're born and the doctor announces "you've given birth to a girl" I could only wish i could see the disappointment on my parents faces. Soon after that, you will be given a name. Mine was April. April Stanford.

Soon after birth, you have some time to be free and do nothing considering you can not walk, talk or simply understand anything humans are staying. Those years were probably the best days of my life. I could not imagine having no duties or responsibilities, and the thought of my mother caring for me, stunned me. The moment you learn to speak and start to understand is the very instant you are yanked into your purpose as a women, your duties and responsibilities. When I was 6 I could clean, cook, wash clothes and essentially do everything a grow women would. That was the "norm" for me. By 10 I was fully trained to doing everything an elder would say without question. I could do anything. By 11 I completed an actual training for women. I even picked up a liking for reading, which was considered pointless for someone of my gender, so that was done privately. By 15 I was curious to go "live with an extremely rich family" as my mother would say it. I imagine this meant I could go to school. Just like the boys did and the women from wealthy families. By 16 my dreams were shattered.