You are a girl.
The youngest actually
And you’ve got two older brothers.
All your life you’ve grown up tough. You were taught to walk proudly, to play hard with the boys, to speak hard like the boys, to suppress sentiment like the boys.
Perhaps you’ve been living a lie because the girls around you spew statements about not having a chance to play ball with the boys or never feeling like they’re taken seriously by the opposite sex. And now you can’t relate and you feel like the douchebag for being so privileged as to be seen as “one of the guys”. But are you really? Have you become the enemy of your own sex?
But you see it.
You do see the struggle of your kind. You hear their gagged screams in your deepest nightmares and you’re so helpless you almost try to vomit out the evil you’ve seen reflected through that poor girl’s eyes.
You know you want to help.
You try to support your girls because you know what it’s like to feel eyes of the opposite sex latched onto your body like leeches that suck everything out of you; your self-worth, your hopes, dreams, your confidence in others. With a ‘Like’ here and a ‘Share’ there. Share, share, share. She has a good point about this, he’s got a good point about that. “The solution is..” the first, second, and the third.
You’re still helpless.
You’re hiding. You’re not helping, only giving ammo to those who will stand up and fight but you’re so pathetic. “Why can’t I do this?” “Why can’t I speak?” “Why can’t I breathe?” “Where are the words I want to so desperately spit out to the evils of the world?”
I am so sorry you feel this way, because I feel this way too.
Cursed with the need for knowledge and expansion, we lose focus of the broken pipes of our souls. Who we are as people, who govern this political world, are broken and such change cannot occur without looking within oneself…to oil the cogs and wheels before all of humanity is lost. Before we’re driven to an insanity that is beyond repair.
If I could be the oil, if you could be the oil…