#106 in Random
It's a campaign for the most beautiful creature of the God.
#Being woman is "An attitude".
#Being woman is "Expectations".
#Being woman is "Free Bird".
#Being woman is "Bold".
#Being woman is "Motherhood".
#Being woman is "Responsibi...
This poem was first noticed and anonymously submitted to Glasnost.)
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When I was six years old, I have my first BJ.
"It's game", said He. "Don't you want to play?"
It was too big, and I threw up on him.
He said I'd Do better the next time
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When I was seven year's old, I watched a group of fellow second graders cheer as a boy in my class tried to kiss me. He hugged me from behind, giggling all the while. I threw sand in his eyes, and was sent to the principal.
When I was Eight years old, I had an elderly teacher ask me to stay behind in class. He carried me on his shoulders and called me pretty. "Teachers pet!" My friends declared, the envy visible on their faces. They ignored me at lunch that day.
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When I was nine years old, an older girl on the school bus would ask me to lift my skirt up for her. She was pretty and kind, and told me that I could only be her friend of I did what she said. I wanted to be her friend.
When I was ten years old, a relative demanded that he get a kiss on the cheek every time we met. He was large and loud, and I proceeded to hide under my bed whenever I learnt that he was visiting. I was known as a rude child.
When I was eleven years old, my auto-man told me that we would only leave it I gave him a hug everyday. He smelled like cheap soaps and cigarettes.
When I was twelve year's old, I watched as a man on the street touched my mother's breast as he passed us. She slapped him amidst the shouts of onlookers telling her to calm down. She didn't calm down.
When I was thirteen years old, I exited a restaurant only to see a man visibly masturbating as he walked towards me. As he passed, he winked lasciviously. My friends and I shifted our gazes down, aghast.
When I was fourteen, a young man in an expensive car followed me home as I walked back from an evening class. I ignored his offer to give me a ride, and I panicked when he got out, only to buy me a box of chocolate that I refused. He parked at the end of my road, and didn't go away for an hour. "It turns me on to see you so scared.
When I was sixteen, I discovered that Facebook had a section of inbox messages named 'others', which contained those mails received from strangers, automatically stored as spam. Curious, I opened it to find numerous messages from men I had never seen before. I was propositioned, called sexy, asked for nudes, and insulted. Delete message.
When I was seventeen, I called for help as a drunken man tried to sexually harass me in a crowded street. The people around me seemed to walk by quicker.
At eighteen, I was told that sexism doesn't exist in modern society. I was told that harassment couldn't be as bad as us women make it out to be.
That I should watch what I wear.
Never mind you were six, never mind you were wearing pink pajamas.
That I should be louder. But not too loud, a lady must be polite.
That I should always ask for help. But stop overreacting, there's a difference.
That I should stay in at night, because it isn't safe. You can't get harassed in broad daylight.
That I should always travel with no less than two boys with me. You need to be protected.
