YESTERDAY, she was a child. There, she was refused cars as toys, and thrust with dolls and miniature utensils. She heard her brother being told to not cry like her.
Elsewhere, she was asked what she wanted, and given just that. She never cried. ~
TODAY, she is a girl. Here, she has to watch her mother cry. She has to watch her father curse her mother for no reason on countless occasions. She has a voice, and she has words, and they echo in her mind every second. But somehow, they just remain unsaid.
Somewhere, she isn't treated like a sinner when she bleeds. Her father takes suggestions from her mother. She's taught to use the words and the voice. Her voice has a sound. A loud one. ~
TOMORROW, she will be a woman. There, they will doubt if she will be able to handle work and home together. They will say, they support her work. She will know they don't.
Elsewhere, she will not be termed strong when she will work all day just like her husband and will still look after her home. They will already know she is strong enough to do that. She will not need people to tell her what to do. ~
When she : was a child, is a girl, will be a woman, she will have to fight every instant and still be called weak, or she would not have to fight at all. She will have to fit herself in, or she will be welcomed with open arms. She will have to find her voice all life, or she'll be taught to use it.
At the end, she is a human, and in her eyes, she will always be equal to every human next to her. If she's told otherwise, she would prove that wrong. ~ #writersnetwork