I shut the restroom stall and it hits me like a shot to the head. How many gone, how many lost?
How many by their own hand dead?
The sign glares back at me, taunting me, haunting me.If you are a victim of human trafficking …
I asked my brother about those signs. What did he think when he saw them in restrooms? Signs? He had no clue. And therein lies the problem.
His ignorance hit me like a shot to the head. How many gone, how many lost, how many by their own hand dead?
Sure, boys are trafficked too, murdered, abused and their anguish crushes my soul.
But little girls, oh those sweet, little girls, have historically suffered the harsher blows.
How dare you. How dare you! How dare you question my worth! How dare you treat my gender as some accident at birth!
In China there shall not be two. So you murder the pink and keep the blue.
How dare you. How dare you minimise my feelings when someone bigger, stronger, forces themselves on me. Boys will be boys so just let them be. Gang rape? Ok, ok. We will sentence them, but soon they will be free.
Our politicians, who are still for the most part old, white men don’t have a clue. Their ignorance hits me like a shot to the head. How many gone, how many lost, how many by their own hand dead?
Relax and enjoy it, make the best of a bad situation, if it’s a legitimate rape, a woman’s body has ways to shut a possible pregnancy down. Do these infuriating, disgusting , ignorant politicians have any clue how stupid they sound? No. No they do not. And therein lies the problem.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some raging feminist that wants to destroy men. I don’t want to emasculate them, humiliate them, make them grovel at my feet, although… Kidding, I’m just kidding, ok? I just don’t want you to question my worth simply because of my gender at birth.
Flip through a history book. What do you see? Hardly anyone in there that looks like me. Oh it could be worse, there’s a mention of a few First Ladies, a seamstress and a nurse. Ladies are too fragile, to hysterical to lead.
They would go all PMS on ya and push that red nuke button because they are wearing uncomfortable shoes. Right? Well, I have an alternative view. PMS stands for pissy man syndrome, and pissy men punch holes in walls when their favorite team might lose.
I mean listen, all I’m saying is men have been in control for a long time. A REALLY LONG TIME. A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME… you get what I’m saying. The result? Billions and billions of dollars in debt, war after war after war. I mean, they’ve been behind the wheel and we’re in the ditch. Do I need to say anymore?
But alas, all is not lost! Today we have more women in congress than ever before. The world has seen many world leaders from Angela Merkle to Margaret Thatcher. However, meanwhile in America, it’s looking more and more like two 80 year old, you guessed it, men, Will duel to see who’s boss. And therein lies the problem.
Young women today need to lead the way. Let the world know what you think! And do it while wearing pink and not some drab gray that seeks to hide us away. Stand up, speak, become an unstoppable force in this world. Make the world tremble when they think of the the strength of a girl!!
Be the Katherine Switzer who showed all the uppity misters, that a woman could run the Boston Marathon. Be the Sojourner Truth, a former slave who sued a white man for her child, and WON! Be the Truth who spoke the historic words, Ain’t I a woman too? And to that, all I can add is, you go girl.
Be the Nikki Haley, who thus far is the only woman challenging the men to rule the world! Or the US anyways. Be the Malala who took an actual shot to the head for simply wanting to be educated.
Be the one that strives to reveal the value of every single little CHILD because this world needs the talents of us ALL. Because together is the only way we can remove the need for signs in restroom stalls.
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