Being a girl in this world, I fear of being attacked, groped, molested, rape and what not.
I don’t want to end up getting married because I don’t want to be beaten up by my husband or his family or let him torture my family for dowry. I don’t want to be someone’s slave. I don’t want to be bound by anyone without my will , being a human with all the rights to be happy, independent and majestic. I have the power to be everything, but I’ve been stopped; stopped to do what makes me happy, just because I am a woman, whose mouth is being shut because I am born with a vagina and a pair of breasts to satisfy every men’s needs and not mine.
I want to be free wearing whatever I want to. Not be called names by someone close neither whom I don’t know. I don’t want the aunties or anyone pointing a finger on the values my parents taught me with the size and the number of revealing holes my dress has.
I don’t want them to say I am a pretentious person because I don’t prefer my mother tongue nor be an overachiever because I can outshine the boys of my colony. Having so many qualities, why shall I not embrace it because some people bark?
I’m afraid someone is going to throw acid on my face or someone from the back trying to untie the thread to my salwar or grope me and I silently let it go once, twice, thrice? Maybe everytime, taking the advantage of a girl who cannot speak up for herself.
I don’t want to see someone’s penis without my consent. It is something I don’t want so please limit your shit till the washroom.
I want to walk on roads, travel places which I have never seen before which only boys can travel because they can take care of themselves. Why? Why can I not walk on streets without having the fear of being raped, catcalled, molested? Why am I so weak? Why do I even believe what people say? That I am weak. No, I am not. I’m more than that.
It doesn’t matter who I am, which family I belong to, what I wear, what values I have. I’m a girl and it will happen. To the boys too. Who can take care of themselves! Everyone can! Gender does not matter. God may have made the man and woman different, but we’re the same. Respect both, treat them equally.
I rather sit on a couch and watch television because that is where I feel safe and secure.
Being dark skinned means no marriage proposals to you. Nothing would suit you. Your skin color brings only shame and disgrace.
Why shouldn’t I fight for my rights? Because good behaved ladies should always keep quiet.
I don’t have to scream or curse myself for being such a distraction on the road, provoking people to point on my ethics or say I am fake because I wear too much make up or ugly when I don’t have anything on my face? What do I get when there are such problems.
it would just go away if I wasn’t even alive.
Why don’t I have a voice to fight for me? It was taken away the day you were born.
why size 36-28-36? Why there are no more options? Why can’t I look masculine. I’m not harming anybody. I’m just harming my freedom to be me. Why can’t I like a girl when I am a girl myself? Why can’t I be a girl when I am born a boy? Why is the world so heartless when I want to keep myself happy? These questions trigger me but I still fall on the ground.
The screams, the shout which never came out when your uncle or cousin take you to the bathroom or a closed bedroom only to to make you suck their lollipop. The more you say no the more deep it goes. To shut you up they give you chocolates. The next time, you want to say no, but you’re too weak to understand or tell your mother, your father what that uncle did to you. You’re just afraid that they won’t accept you even if you’re a girl of 4.
It hurts that even though you have a voice, you can’t speak up.