Women of the word.

You led me to become a strong and independent woman. But you did so suffering. And you shouldn't have to.

Women of the world.
You were destroyed in the past and you still are today. By men who, in need of power and control defined you as a simple hole.

Women of the world,
I wish I could tell you the fight was won but it is not. I wish I could tell you it's over but it is not.

As a kid, my mom said she wanted me to become a perfect woman. An educated and intelligent woman, but one who can manage a household as well and take care of her husband.

I don't blame her. She grew up in a culture that asked too much from women and not enough from men. She grew up in a culture where women would carry all the burdens but men pretended they would. She grew up in a culture that presented husbands as a purpose, not a choice.

But I said
"Mom, I can't. I cannot for I love my flaws too much. I love the flaws you despise, my laziness, my uncombed hair, my unfeminine side of me. I love all of it.
But hear me for they don't make me any less of a woman. I am as worthy of others and you taught me that. For what matters is inside of me. And you told me, I was always loved for my kindness to others."

As a kid, media taught me women were the weaker ***. For they are too sensitive, for they need too much attention, for they want to be loved.

As a woman, education taught me men needed women. For they couldn't last a day without them. But women don't need men, women evolve and thrive with no man. But that was hidden from us for too long.


And I never wanted the two genders to be at war. But they started it.

There's a certain sadness, you know? The one that makes us cry in our sleep, the one that makes us feel numb and dumb. The one that makes us mad.

There's a certain sadness and I hope for better tomorrows. But I also want to smell that sense of justice everyone talks about that I cannot see. I want to feel that. I want to fight that.

But it is cold today. And tomorrow. And my mind can't stop talking. My mind can't stop screaming. But no sound comes out of my mouth. So everyone thinks I've got no thought. But I do. Perhaps too much for the world to handle.

The world can't find us.
It can't eat us, fight us. For we are not humans anymore.
Only our souls matter anyway, don't they? Only our actions, our deeds in the balance?

I'm scared sometimes, scared of tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Scared of them. Scared of you. Mostly scared of you.

Because I can't love you even if you asked me too. I can't feel something even if it was the last thing I was supposed to do. I can't. For I am numb.

So I find her in the depths of your sorrows, and she heals you. She helps you. And I am not scared of you anymore. For I am free.

When is it going to end?
When the flowers don't breathe.
When the sea gets mad.
When the mountains walk.

When is it going to end?
Oh you know, what will happen then?
Oh you know, who will lose, who will win?
I cried for a while, but dear, there's no point in crying. You only need to do. To hope. To fight.

Dear, listen to these words. Dear, listen to my voice for it is not too late. Take it and grant it. Take it and embrace it. For love is all the purity we have left.