My silence is not my weakness
Scribbling my thoughts on this piece of paper because I am scared to say them out loud, what if I say what you don’t wish to hear, what if my words questions your toxic masculinity? Your soul ripping patriarchy? You think I am a doll dressed only to impress you, to be kept in your ego’s showcase besides your other winning trophies. You say I shouldn’t keep my hair short because it’s not feminine, you judge my short hairs with words that bring shiver to my spine. You say wearing a bold lip color makes me look like an attention seeking scarlet. You have million reasons for me to behave in public, while you act like an animal on the streets calling me names, travelling alone scares me because you harass me with your stares as if I am the prey and you’re the predator making me feel naked even though I am covered from head to toe. You say as a female I should always dress appropriately because wearing anything above knee length is an invitation for preys like you. Wearing a kameez withou...