Aren’t we all then,
Our mothers’ constant laments,
Our fathers’ forgotten dreams,
And our playground mates’ convictions?
Aren’t we,
the children whose dreams we crushed
with the judgement we meted out?
Aren’t our lives
and the words we speak,
Shaped by our nurses’ habits of speech
Or the repeated jokes of our priests?
What then is our own,
If even the way we walk
is the films we’ve watched
and the injuries we’ve sustained.
The shapes of our heads,
moulded by the first hold of our mothers.
We are,
the roads we took,
the friends we made,
bragging of our mates
and the songs we took to heart.
We are definitely,
our first heartbreaks
and the fragments of our broken mirrors,
that defined who we are.
Find me then,
a being that knows itself
without recognizing,
the mix up we all are
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What People Say
“We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, We Should All Be Feminists
It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
J. K. Rowling
Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.
Dr. Seuss
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