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I hate being a woman Some may ask why and others shake their head because they know. I hate being a woman. People look at me, I talk about the big things in life because I want to be somebody. I want to help people I want to save lives I want to matter in the world. I have thoughts I have hopes and dreams. I have big ideas. But everybody is more concerned with what I'm wearing, or what size bra I wear, or what my favorite *** position is. I hate being a woman. We stand on a pedestal miles high, and high heels much higher, for everyone to gaze at our complexions and so called "temples" of a body. We are taught to shut our mouths and do what others tell us to do. It's wrong to say no. It's okay for our men to ****** and be ****** to release and express, But women are delicate and pure. We are not ****** beings. We aren't allowed to speak our minds freely because we are wrong. I hate being a woman. Because in a world of free men, We stand, still chained to the past.
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
We the Men
I hate being a woman Some may ask why and others shake their head because they know. I hate being a woman. People look at me, I talk about the big things in life because I want to be somebody. I want to help people I want to save lives I want to matter in the world. I have thoughts I have hopes and dreams. I have big ideas. But everybody is more concerned with what I'm wearing, or what size bra I wear, or what my favorite *** position is. I hate being a woman. We stand on a pedestal miles high, and high heels much higher, for everyone to gaze at our complexions and so called "temples" of a body. We are taught to shut our mouths and do what others tell us to do. It's wrong to say no. It's okay for our men to ****** and be ****** to release and express, But women are delicate and pure. We are not ****** beings. We aren't allowed to speak our minds freely because we are wrong. I hate being a woman. Because in a world of free men, We stand, still chained to the past.
kaitlin-frost
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 3:32 PM UTC
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