Jun 2019
As I grow I continue to learn.
I’ve learned family is just blood.
I’ve learned that death is empty.
I’ve learned to roll my pants up In rain.
I now know that fighting is singular.
There is no plural when you are the only one standing at the front line.
As a woman they tell you never to walk alone, yet no one volunteers to stand by your side?
I am often asked why I hate men.
The only honest answer is that I don’t.
I hate the excuses society has made for them.
I hate that they bare no cross for their actions.
They bare no remorse for their victims.
Society teaches women to yell but don’t scream any words to disrupt the peaceful slumber of the wicked. Oh how they rest so easy.
Society teaches women to stand but only in the way back, as not to disturb the men that are digging deep into their ribs to power over our voices.
I do not stand at the front line screaming that all men are bad. No.
I stand alone screaming not to trust a single one considering the ones that wish to gain our trust the most, are the ones that easily turn.
When a man hits a woman, he is not showing her he is strong. He is trying to make her believe that it is easy it is for him to break her.
When a man rapes a woman, he is not showing her how good he is in bed. He is trying to make her believe that she should’ve tried to prevent it.
The biggest issue is the justification that society has built on the bones of ***** and beaten.
In a society where you receive 40 years prison time for bribery, and 2 years for ****.
A society that won’t ruin the life of a young man but allows men to ruin the sanity of our young women.
You ruin a mans life for reporting. You’re lying if you don’t report. You’re a coward for staying while he hit you, but you’re just as guilty for hitting him back. You attempt to take your life after the trauma of a ****; if you fail, you’re just asking for attention. If you succeed, you’re selfish.
Seems that we are not a society of violence. Just a Society of forgiveness at the expense of our daughters.
So no, don’t ever trust a man.
I’ve learned family is just blood.
I’ve learned that death is empty.
I’ve learned to roll my pants up In rain.
I now know that fighting is singular.
There is no plural when you are the only one standing at the front line.
As a woman they tell you never to walk alone, yet no one volunteers to stand by your side?
I am often asked why I hate men.
The only honest answer is that I don’t.
I hate the excuses society has made for them.
I hate that they bare no cross for their actions.
They bare no remorse for their victims.
Society teaches women to yell but don’t scream any words to disrupt the peaceful slumber of the wicked. Oh how they rest so easy.
Society teaches women to stand but only in the way back, as not to disturb the men that are digging deep into their ribs to power over our voices.
I do not stand at the front line screaming that all men are bad. No.
I stand alone screaming not to trust a single one considering the ones that wish to gain our trust the most, are the ones that easily turn.
When a man hits a woman, he is not showing her he is strong. He is trying to make her believe that it is easy it is for him to break her.
When a man rapes a woman, he is not showing her how good he is in bed. He is trying to make her believe that she should’ve tried to prevent it.
The biggest issue is the justification that society has built on the bones of ***** and beaten.
In a society where you receive 40 years prison time for bribery, and 2 years for ****.
A society that won’t ruin the life of a young man but allows men to ruin the sanity of our young women.
You ruin a mans life for reporting. You’re lying if you don’t report. You’re a coward for staying while he hit you, but you’re just as guilty for hitting him back. You attempt to take your life after the trauma of a ****; if you fail, you’re just asking for attention. If you succeed, you’re selfish.
Seems that we are not a society of violence. Just a Society of forgiveness at the expense of our daughters.
So no, don’t ever trust a man.
