I am a Girl

So what?

I get into an argument with a boy. He slaps me. I feel the pain. Yet they tell me I provoked him.

I get into an argument with a boy. I slap him. They tell me I have no respect.

Like I don’t have a right to be angry……..

So, my level of respect for people is judged by my degree of silence in the face of brutality…..

Because I am a girl.

So what?

I am not allowed to show anger. I must sit with my legs stretched out even if it hurts. I must not talk ‘anyhow’.

Because I am a woman.

My husband cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it……to save my marriage because ‘it is in their nature to cheat’

I cheat….and I am sent packing with my box on my head and my little child still sucking my left nipple.

Three years later……little child is tagged a bastard.

Because I am a woman.

I am judged as a good girl if I know how to cook, clean and do laundry for my man. And when I don’t know how to, I am useless.

My character does not count.

Because I am a woman.

He is 28 and runs a company…..”ahhh wonderful! Successful at a very young age”.

I am 28 and I run a company ” Hmmmm, she is not even married. My dear, marry as soon as possible. You don dey old”

Because my life ends at forty

Because I am a woman.

I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy…….

Because when I am financially buoyant….with

out a rich dude beside me…then, I am a generous leg opener.


Because I am a woman.

I am raped. Then, it is my fault because the strap of my bra is pink. And if I am way younger, I will be flogged because I ‘allowed’ the 25year old brother next door to touch me.

I am bleeding and sore….yet, they force me to admit I enjoyed it.

Because I am a woman.

My post will be considered controversial….

And everyone will try to correct me.

Because I am a GIRL

I am not less

#Gift Mena.

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