She finally got to hear those words.
You offered her the moon and the stars
and the sun and the whole world but she refused.
You’ve been gone for so long and she
became stronger and capable of walking alone.
The darkness wasn’t the big bad wolf trying to swallow her.
She made a friend out of it.
Girl, it’s time to have more faith in yourself
and take less bullshit from the world.
It’s time to mend what was broken in you
and stop looking for remedy in other people.
It’s time to give yourself the love you
have been trying to find in the wrong arms.
Only you can lift yourself up and you
should always be there for you at nightfall.
You are not a showdoll
You are not a museum display
You are a soul, not a body.
Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.
This is to the men calling me paranoid:
Every single catcall feels like someone is
using a rusty razor to peel my skin off.
I get tired telling myself to just look forward
and not react while the honk of a car is
tearing through my ears. I beg for them
not to stop, I beg for them to keep driving,
I beg for them not to turn the car around
and try to get me inside and try to get inside of me.
Do you know that the words spoken about
our body and what should be done to it
tears through us like fire through ice?
If we walk the streets at night and someone
comes too close to us, someone tries to take
advantage of us we hear their voices already:
“It was her fault. She shouldn’t walk alone at night”
As if we weren’t free, as if the word female doesn’t
come with any dignity, as if being born with a vagina
makes us inferior, as if we shouldn’t be scared of a
society where rape culture is a thing, a trending
Twitter topic of the week.
This is to the men calling me paranoid: Why did your
kind give me a reason to be like this?
All of those scared little girls are
turning into strong, fearless, fierce
women taking control over their lives
and how does the world respond.
They call us bitches.
They are the scared boys who need a woman
afraid of them to feel like men. They are the
women who are scared to step into everything
they can absolutely be. They are the society filled
with prejudice and intoxicated by inequality.
They call us that because we no longer
live under the fist of a male world,
because we covered the world in glass
when we broke the fucking ceiling,
because we no longer hide our intelligence
nor do we keep our mouth shut.
We are just getting louder, smarter,
stronger and more connected.
If that means being a bitch, don’t worry
the word doesn’t insult us. We are claiming
it, we are taking it as a compliment.
You really saw me in a different way.
I was a book to you, you kept me on the
nightstand and occasionally held me in your
arms and ran your eyes all over my pages.
I was an empty canvas to you and when you
didn’t have your hands full with everything else
you would take time to paint a picture of me.
Here’s some news for you. I’m not a hobby you
can pick up when you want to. I’m not your
part time occupation, I’m a full time job.
If you don’t have the dedication to handle it
step aside. I deserve more than crumbs of time
that fall off your very busy table.
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