I am a teenage girl.
The world I was brought to when I had hit the big "1-3" are supposed to be the best years of my life, right? Why am I fed this lie? Everywhere I turn, there is nothing but torture and conflict with no solution. I am expected to be a kid- do your chores, mind your authority- and yet, I have to be an adult- care for your younger siblings, finish this task kwa Friday. Why must I obey like a child without all of the benefits of a childhood, and why must I take my responsibilities like an adult without all of the freedom like an adult? Worse yet, as I am a teenage girl/woman/whatever society wants me to be, I am put into a far scarier world that even the bravest of men would quiver in fear if they set one foot into it. wewe know what I'm talking about and if not, then wewe are sorely ignorant. I am talking about...well, let me put it this way: when your loving mother puts a scarf around wewe to protect wewe from the winter cold, there will be men-no, trash waiting to take zaidi than that scarf off of you, and I can bet it won't be because they want to make wewe cold; when your younger siblings are still latching onto wewe because you're the World's Best Big Sister, wewe have to start worrying that wewe won't have children latching on to wewe so soon, calling wewe World's Best Mom; when your protective father is holding on to you, there will be trash waiting to snatch wewe from him, and your innocence from you- if, that is, the trash isn't your father, himself. To trash, I'm not even human (oh, the irony of that phrase!), let alone a child/adult, au a person who'd want control of her virginal rights and her body. This society is nothing but a grave disaster. For my family, I have to be the utmost beautiful virgin until I'm married; for the guys, I have to be the easy hot chick until my "true love" comes along, tag me as his property, and when he's done with me, knocked me up, au found someone with zaidi experience, dump me-figuratively au literally in the nearest ditch, I don't know; for my friends, I have to be fun, exciting, supportive, au whatever they want au need, without the guarantee that they'll be what I want au need. And we drift into the "friend" factor, where there are problems of trust and communications. wewe have Marafiki that praise wewe when you're together, but go gabbing rumors about wewe when your back is turned. wewe have Marafiki that demand one thing after the other from you, yet ignore wewe completely when wewe beg for their help. wewe have Marafiki that would help you, but only if wewe do something in return, like some deal. And there are the true friends, those who'd upendo wewe through the flaws, au at least not blab them to others, help wewe in a heartbeat because they know you'd do it for them even without their asking (or they simply just upendo wewe so much),those that deserve your trust. But hey, with humans being so unpredictable, wouldn't it be just easier to keep our trust to ourselves and not let others have it? This sad world that I live in, where I'm not safe, free, au happy. I'm told to be this and do that kwa everyone, even the media that was supposed to entertain me, not be entertained kwa my dillema and confusion, and none of this is what I want for me. I am supposed to enjoy the fear of possible sexual attacks, confusion of where I stand as an adolescent, the identity as subhuman because I'm female, and this world that says it loves me when clearly it wants me destroyed before I realize what I can au want to be?
I am a person with an identity to obtain, goals to reach, and a future that shouldn't be tarred kwa this society's stereotypical maoni of what future I should recieve.
I am a teenage girl, a person, so could wewe please stop unnecessarily making my world a living hell?
The world I was brought to when I had hit the big "1-3" are supposed to be the best years of my life, right? Why am I fed this lie? Everywhere I turn, there is nothing but torture and conflict with no solution. I am expected to be a kid- do your chores, mind your authority- and yet, I have to be an adult- care for your younger siblings, finish this task kwa Friday. Why must I obey like a child without all of the benefits of a childhood, and why must I take my responsibilities like an adult without all of the freedom like an adult? Worse yet, as I am a teenage girl/woman/whatever society wants me to be, I am put into a far scarier world that even the bravest of men would quiver in fear if they set one foot into it. wewe know what I'm talking about and if not, then wewe are sorely ignorant. I am talking about...well, let me put it this way: when your loving mother puts a scarf around wewe to protect wewe from the winter cold, there will be men-no, trash waiting to take zaidi than that scarf off of you, and I can bet it won't be because they want to make wewe cold; when your younger siblings are still latching onto wewe because you're the World's Best Big Sister, wewe have to start worrying that wewe won't have children latching on to wewe so soon, calling wewe World's Best Mom; when your protective father is holding on to you, there will be trash waiting to snatch wewe from him, and your innocence from you- if, that is, the trash isn't your father, himself. To trash, I'm not even human (oh, the irony of that phrase!), let alone a child/adult, au a person who'd want control of her virginal rights and her body. This society is nothing but a grave disaster. For my family, I have to be the utmost beautiful virgin until I'm married; for the guys, I have to be the easy hot chick until my "true love" comes along, tag me as his property, and when he's done with me, knocked me up, au found someone with zaidi experience, dump me-figuratively au literally in the nearest ditch, I don't know; for my friends, I have to be fun, exciting, supportive, au whatever they want au need, without the guarantee that they'll be what I want au need. And we drift into the "friend" factor, where there are problems of trust and communications. wewe have Marafiki that praise wewe when you're together, but go gabbing rumors about wewe when your back is turned. wewe have Marafiki that demand one thing after the other from you, yet ignore wewe completely when wewe beg for their help. wewe have Marafiki that would help you, but only if wewe do something in return, like some deal. And there are the true friends, those who'd upendo wewe through the flaws, au at least not blab them to others, help wewe in a heartbeat because they know you'd do it for them even without their asking (or they simply just upendo wewe so much),those that deserve your trust. But hey, with humans being so unpredictable, wouldn't it be just easier to keep our trust to ourselves and not let others have it? This sad world that I live in, where I'm not safe, free, au happy. I'm told to be this and do that kwa everyone, even the media that was supposed to entertain me, not be entertained kwa my dillema and confusion, and none of this is what I want for me. I am supposed to enjoy the fear of possible sexual attacks, confusion of where I stand as an adolescent, the identity as subhuman because I'm female, and this world that says it loves me when clearly it wants me destroyed before I realize what I can au want to be?
I am a person with an identity to obtain, goals to reach, and a future that shouldn't be tarred kwa this society's stereotypical maoni of what future I should recieve.
I am a teenage girl, a person, so could wewe please stop unnecessarily making my world a living hell?
