22 years old and I am stabbed several times. By who you may ask, a man? I am out with my daughter and I am stabbed by my ex lover. I am in my home and killed by a man I knew who also tried to set fire to my home. Me and my friend are stabbed by my lover, I live but he thinks he's killed me so he kills himself. Need I go on?
Does my life mean nothing to you? As a woman, must you continuously hit me, rape me, abuse me, confuse me.
Can I not walk through a party in a camisole, long pants and sneakers and not get harassed by every man I pass. Can you not see my broad bumper and refuse to touch it, or pull my hand to yank me to talk to you? When I give you the 'I'm good' response, must you verbally abuse me as though I have no feelings? As though I am nothing?
Does my life mean nothing to you?
Women, do your lives mean nothing to you? Must you continue to walk around scantily clad, begging for this and that, and then wonder why men treat you the way they do? Can you not see they will only take the power away from you if you let them?
Call me feminist, call me old fashioned, call me a geezer, call me career and academic oriented, but DO NOT call me a slut, DO NOT call me a whore, DO NOT project those labels upon me for me to internalise them and then turn into them.
Does my life mean nothing to you?
Would you rather kill me because you can't have me rather than move on with your life? Plenty fish in the sea pooksie, someone else will want you. But they won't take the abuse from you. So what you dish out to them, they will return ten times fold.
'Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn'
Does my life mean NOTHING to you?
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