I ache for girls and women

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My stomach feels tight and nauseous and my heart cries out for women and girls all over the world.

My heart aches for women, girls, children and babies who are forced to endure female genital mutilation (FGM). My soul screams for girls and women who are raped and sexually assaulted, and taught that their own bodies are not theirs. Who are taught that they belong to men more than they belong to themselves, if they even belong to themselves at all. Who are taught that men are God and that men own them more than God. Who are taught that men own them at all. I grieve for women and girls who are killed for the sake of honor, for being victims of rapes and sexual harassment. As if being a victim makes them more at fault than the perpetrator– as if being a victim makes them guilty in the first place!

I’m pissed at the evil of this world, the evil patriarchal extremists and inhumane norms they hold up in the name of “tradition.” Kill “tradition” if that means hurting people and taking pride in it. Curse “tradition” if it calls for taking away a female’s ability to feel sexual pleasure when God has blessed her with the very parts of her genitalia that were given to her so that she could feel good.

How dare people take that away.

How dare societies uphold the value of morals whilst so easily committing the most atrocious acts that contradict morality. How dare disgusting creatures that dare to call themselves human and God-fearing beat their wives and daughters and rape girls and women. How dare they act all pious and religious and God-fearing only to take advantage of girls and women.

How dare they act like they own their wives and daughters and sisters!

GIRLS AND WOMEN ARE NOT YOUR FREAKING PROPERTY. THEY ARE NOT DISPOSABLE, FOR YOU TO KILL OR SELL OR MARRY OFF OR TRADE AS YOU WISH.

I shake with anger and cry in agony for my sisters who are raped by their husbands on their wedding nights. I seethe at the way that blood is collected to prove that no one else has ever raped them before their husband. At the way that blood is forced out and stolen in the first place. At the way that it is seen to be any of anyone else’s business about whether or not her hymen is intact. As if that is proof of “virginity.” At the way that a woman’s sexuality and sexual parts are deemed to be owned by others and not by herself.

God punish those inhuman, heartless beasts.

I wish, hope and pray for the worst kind of torture for these beasts who did not even bat an eye to the screams and cries and injuries evidencing the harm they inflicted. Who even gave consideration toward and found satisfaction in torturing innocent girls and women– innocent PEOPLE, for crying out loud. Those monsters whose ability of lack of humanity I cannot even begin to comprehend.

I pray for justice.

I scream and cry for those people who will never get a taste of freedom by having education withheld and blocked from them by monsters who do not have the right to deprive them in the first place. For those girls and women who are taught that they are not allowed to dream, and that if they dare even try, they will be beaten and killed for disobedience. I ache for those people who will never get a taste of romance, being forced by male members of their families to marry a man twice or thrice their age who will rape them on their wedding night and teach her that love and happiness are illusions that only naive people believe. I roar for the people who will never experience an orgasm and instead will only experience pain because their rights to joy and health were literally cut away from them.

I SCREAM AND CRY AND ROAR AND FIGHT FOR MY DEAR SISTERS AROUND THE WORLD.

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