She


She lives in a world that always has an opinion about her.
She lives in a society that always wants to tell her how to act, what to say and what not to do.
She lives in a world that is quicker to tell her how to dress, than to protect her.
She lives in a world where staying indoors is just as dangerous as being on the streets, because the one that was caressing her last night is the same one who can plant a bruise on her cheek the next day.
She is always being told what to do with her body.
She is told to cover it up.

To cover it up in a way that will make her look unattractive. 
Cover it up in a way that will make her look respectful. 
Cover it up, so that eyes don’t get a chance to undress her. 
Cover it up, because too much flesh means that she’s asking for it. 
She’s asking to be catcalled, she’s asking to be harassed, and she’s asking to be raped.

I have never heard them tell men what to do with their bodies. 
I have never heard them tell men how to dress. 
I have never heard them scold men for not acting like gentlemen.
But she is told to cross her legs. 
She is told to not laugh too loudly. 
She is told to act like a lady…whatever that means.
Why is it that they have so much to say about her, but are mute about his actions?

SHE IS TIRED.

She is tired of being called strong. 
She is tired of being marriage material because she’s domesticated. 
She is tired of keeping quiet while the men around her continue making all the decisions as if they hold all of the power and she is only relevant when the house needs to be clean or when his needs are to be met.

She is tired of thinking twice when picking out an outfit. 
She is tired of having friends and sisters that are in abusive relationships. 
She is tired of the cycle of violence. 
She is tired of bloody noses and shattered hearts. 
She is tired of empty promises and a self-centered kind of love.

She wants to belong to herself. 
She wants her body to be hers. 
She wants her opinions to be heard. 
She wants to be able to say when she is not okay, and she wants the response to be a comforting one and not one placing the blame on her.

SHE IS TIRED.

She is human first.
She is feelings and thoughts.
She is brains and beauty.
She is compassion and love.
She is superwoman, who still wants to help her fellow sisters.

But even superheroes need a day off.
Even superheroes need saving.


I am an Occupational Therapist by profession, but I have many roles that bring meaning to my life. In short, I love people, books and love.

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