Sometimes I feel like a zombie, aimlessly wandering through the night.
Darkness falls upon me as if it were blankets of dynamite. Heavy, heavy danger yet familiar, comforting unease. A loneliness I long for in the wake of my reprieve. I stare ahead at the nothingness that I begrudgingly drift towards. Quietude surrounds my struggling thoughts that are whisked away, ignored. Ticking hands sweep at absent time, my heart rate dangerously slows. All the while trapped within a shell, empty despite my lying soul. A voice attacks my inner ear, calling my name with concern. "Are you okay?" They ask, disturbed but trusting they will be consoled. What happens next? Wouldn't you like to know. And me? Well, so would I. But too little left to care or remember what words I used to lie. Are you that way, cold and hollow, ever trapped and calm? Dare I say at peace within oneself, yet fearful of being stuck? Stuck in this life, this void, this emptiness. Nothing no longer felt. No matter the effort you muster to escape, those are the cards you have been dealt. And although you feel like your glued to one spot, those hands of strife keep ticking. Sweeping at hours, minutes, and seconds - time you could have spent living. Because here I sit - still and unmoving like a zombie passing through the night. My flesh not rotting, myself still human, but a corpse undead am I.
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Greetings Mr. Man. Sit down, make yourself comfortable,
Because I am about to suck you into my scary underworld. A place so dark and chilling that you never knew existed. A place even more frightening for those of us who are not Caucasian. The world in which I live is vastly different from yours. It is an existence reduced to caution, proof, fear, and locked doors. You look at me confused now, as if I am being dramatic, But the truth is that we are all good actors, and I’m simply just being pragmatic. All you care is that I’m legal, that I’m white, but I’m a girl, So there goes my higher status on your stupid totem pole. There goes my rights to choose, my rights to speak, to act insane. All that matters to you now is my ass and not my brain. Sure, men fought for freedom, that I know to be true, But women did not just stand by, we played a role too. Nurses when you needed us. Mothers – not always by choice. Left behind to raise your children. No small task to be rejoiced. Women hoped to raise them well, with morals and respect. She prayed that she taught them how to love, forgive and protect, And simply because she is a woman in this tragic world, She knows how to put up a fight, fighting solely to be heard. A fight like no other that she ignites in her child. Fighting for our rights, for our freedoms undefiled. You wonder why men are supposedly seen as “superior?” Well ask the one who raised them, I’m sure she will make it quite clear. Since she is the one who does the work then why can’t she just have a say? With her body, with her voice, with her job, with her pay. She works so hard to get ahead with every chance that she gets, But unfortunately for her, she does not have a dick. See according to some people on this godforsaken earth You must have one thing to get what you deserve. But do not be mistaken, you must be born with it. Forget a transition, Because if you are not biologically a man you have no ammunition. Her body is hers and her alone. It does not belong to you. Yeah, her body creates a life, but do not forget she has one too. It starts with her precious heart pumping blood throughout her body And extends into her soul, one of which all men should envy. So, let me ask you something, not a favor but a question: What makes you think you have the right to another human’s body? What makes you think you have the right to how someone loves another? What makes you think you are better than someone because your skin is a different color? How do you have all these rights to all these choices and decisions? And why are you the only one who can have a voice and big ambitions? Why is it that you think you are better just because you are a man? Tell me, please! I’m begging you. I truly do not understand. One more thing, before we go. A question if you don’t mind? Does it scare you: potentially losing power and being left behind? Does the thought of being raped of rights make you feel unsafe? Terrified to walk the streets alone, praying for God’s precious grace. Here is the thing though, I do not care what your answer is to me, Because as long as men are answering for us, none of us are free. And until all voices can be heard and equally represented Humanity can never move forth in this “one-man-world” dimension. So, if you think that this is right, if you think this is okay Then you are severely mistaken, Mr. Man. You really are insane. The world in which I live, the one I just took you to Is no place for any human to exist, but I can make an exception for you. |
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