you treat me like a child.

"Here, it looks too heavy for you. I'll take it."

"You can't be a priest, you're a girl."

"Shouldn't you know how to cook and clean? What if your husband doesn't know how to?"

you say these and all I hear is
YOUAREWEAKYOUAREWEAKYOUAREWEAKYOUAREWEAKYOUAREWEAK

i keep waiting for you to let me prove myself but you never even give me a chance.
i am not just a rag doll for the world to play house with.

just wait until i show you what i can really do with my hands:

strangle you.

whether the rouge on my lips is lipstick or blood is yet to be decided.