
There are so many responsibilities as a woman.
I can’t have the same wants as a man for he doesn’t fear his life being shattered. When a woman gets pregnant, her life is forever altered. Her goals become dreams and her wants grow further away, as the man continues to prosper and do everything he sets his mind to. She now has an obligation to her child and the man gets to choose if he wants to. She can’t get a ring on her finger because it’s too large of a commitment but her giving birth isn’t. They have the ability to choose. Men have the privilege of going out and being able to work for what they want. While women work so hard and still not achieve. Not trusting the ledge only to fall through the planks. Lowering our standards in order to get our needs and wants. Having to be talked to about the risks of sex but men praised upon when they do it. Being taught of men’s health before our own, not ever knowing the truths of our cycles. Having to educate ourselves on our body due to schools not teaching. Having to dress a certain way to be attractive. One small flaw and they can’t look past it. As the eyes of a woman embody all of their flaws, seeing them as art. To be told to speak with eloquence but not to be educated. Do not be over a certain weight or you’ll have difficulty finding a partner. For you must find a partner, that should be your goal. Finding a partner and starting a family as your husband works towards his goals that don’t have room for yours. For your goals are simply dreams, they aren’t to be accomplished. Women are conditioned, taught, to believe that this is their life’s purpose; To satisfy the man’s needs. They get a full cake as we get a slice, but as long as they’re not hungry.
If you say no, everything is taken away. Innocence, Happiness, Peace, Life. Our humanity is diminished, eradicated. Constantly living in fear, living in stress. Nothing was made for us. Everything was made with men in mind. We give birth in incorrect positions, unnecessarily straining ourselves. Women dying from creating a soul, a being. We live on a 24-hour clock when our body functions on lunar cycles. Going to the gym for physique, to look better rather than for our health. Singing hymns about loving a man, caring for a man, treating a man with the utmost respect. Having to give grace, yet receiving nothing but a mustard seed. It’s unfair when a woman gets something a man doesn’t; Tell the president, something must be done about this! “I want six children”, some men say. Already dictating what we can and can’t handle. Speaking of pregnancy with ease, discussing birth with simplicity. As if women aren’t traumatized enough. When she miscarries, she’s to blame; “You must’ve been doing something wrong”. Our dreams are just that, we aren’t meant to seize them. Going through relationships at their pace, not ours. Always ready when they are, for if we’re not, we’re discarded. Praising single dads as single mothers are normalized. Men hit the news for doing what women have always done. “Extra, Extra, read all about it, local dad teaches his son the ABC’s!” We give far too many excuses for men to abuse. To misuse, taint, and soil. We’re disrespected in the media, dehumanized in music. Talked about like we’re easily replaceable, like we’re capsules waiting to be filled. When a man cheats, we look at the woman.
“Shame on you for luring that man away from his wife!”
“Don’t you know he has a family?”
Time and time again, we take the man back, but a woman returning shall be exiled. As if men aren’t capable of controlling their actions. “Well, he doesn’t know better,” his mother projects. “You must’ve not been giving home what he needs,” shouts the world.Thousands of products flood our desks to keep our youth. Older men with younger women; “I know he treats her well”. Older women with younger men; “Why would he ever want to be with her? She’s too old for him”. A man could never understand a woman, no matter how many articles are written or how many books are read. No matter how many movies are made or how many speeches are said. They will never be in our shoes, they wear a different shoe size. Everytime he opens his mouth, it’s profound, it’s made known. Taught to schools, for he’s a genius. Everyone listens to him, but to her, she’s prettier when silent. His tongue is gold but hers, copper. We’re the artists but they claim the art, writing their signature in ink. “I want to be a ballerina”, what a naive dream, choose a career with substance. “I want to be an NBA player”, brilliant, follow your dreams. “I wish to be a doctor!” That’s a lot of schooling, are you sure? That’s more of a man’s job, they can handle more. You’re far too emotional for a career like that. Just find yourself a husband, that’s what you really need. A good husband that can take care of you. The intellectuals aren’t intelligent. Forced to treat them like adults when they act like toddlers. Tantrums, uncontrollable anger, easily frustrated, act on autonomy, base their actions on emotion. Women are plummeted into adulthood before they start algebra. Men live out their youth as we cater and house them.
Talk about men and we will be loved, talk about women and you’ll be repulsive, obnoxious, sour. All you women do is complain, don’t you have enough? Where is your modesty? You should always be covered; He’s sweating, it’s fine that he wears no shirt and short-shorts. The tears of women are too regularized; The tears of men are too absent. Gender is put upon everything to confine us, to stop growth. Women are complex beings with the closest ability to magic. We shouldn’t be frozen into molds made by the hands of men, dusted by ourselves.
Yet, we’ve always been this way. Why should we change now? Everything’s perfect.

