Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
My name is not important. My age is just a number. What lays between my legs is all that matters. It defines who I will be. It sets all expectations on my shoulders.
I must cover everything. I must do as men say. My place is in the kitchen, or in between the sheets as he takes everything from me. It is my job to stay silent and please.
One day I shall bear his children, and my daughters shall endure the same. My sons will be aware of the power they hold in their hateful voices, in their rough hands, as they strike women like me down. We are only slaves to the men of this society. The only purpose we have is to cook, clean, raise children, and fuck.
We have no choice. We have no voice.
My name is important. My age is not just a number. What lays in my heart is all that matters. It defines who I am. It pushes all expectations away.
My stomach is bare as I show my midriff. I will never do as men comand me to again. My place is in my home, at my job, and where i want it to be. It is my job to be as loud as I possibly can.
One day I'll choose to have children, and my daughters will never have to endure the same as I have. My sons will never raise to strike a woman out of hate, their voices will never hold the same hatred as men today do. We will not be slaves again. Our only purpose is to be as happy as we can, and anyone who says otherwise can fuck themselves.
We have a voice. We have a choice. We are loud today.
This is for the woman who have struggled with this for I am one of the lucky ones that has not.
Йой! Нажаль, це зображення не відповідає нашим правилам. Щоб продовжити публікацію, будь ласка, видаліть його або завантажте інше.
