I’m expected to be suffocated by my overwhelming emotions, because I’m a girl, and “good girls are not heard”. I have to be constantly suffocated by those feelings that definitely need to be silenced. Those feelings that are constantly being rejected. The emotions we put the lid on, package and label. If you men, who sit so comfortably in your positions of power, took a minute to look down, you would have noticed what is on the lid. “All women’s suffering that the world does not want to partake of.”
A nice and innocently quiet girl is what they want. A quiet girl, who contributes to the jar’s motto. A girl who is suffocated by the world’s soaring conditions to be classified as an acceptable good woman. But I’m here to give me and all you girls your voices back. I write to be heard. I write to help you breathe again instead of watching when you are suffocated by all the demands the outside world tells you that you can not achieve. I’m a young girl from the suburbs, my struggle to be heard has always existed. We girls have long been considered a connection to the men in our lives. Our dignity lies in the status and name of our brothers, cousins and relatives. We are considered to be the shadow that is formed behind them when they stand and enjoy the sun. We have been silenced and burned by emotions that have not been allowed to bubble to the surface. The anger of not being heard,
the anger of not being seen, and the anger of being told not to see.
Do not see the differences in equality that take place in everyday life. Do not see the systematic injustice of being born a woman. Do not see how the world tries to blind us and prevent us from our obligatory rights. But tell me you men up there, have you forgotten that women also belong to humanity?
We have been carrying tears like jewellery for far too long. We are hardened my sisters, we were denied education until compulsory schooling took place for both girls and boys in 1842, but even then my sisters, even then we were prevented from a higher university education. The struggle for knowledge should not exist so it is clear we are frustrated. We were denied. We were singled out, stoned, for what? For men even today to sit comfortably, steer and pose? No, it’s our turn to be heard. I am something more than a connection to a man.
We are something more than a connection to a man.
I choose to choose myself. I’m going to build myself up.
We will take back our voices and glue together the pieces of glass the world has broken.
We are one. Our female ties bring us together. Our sisterhood will unite forever and we will share each other’s struggles.
Then, now, and forever.