Don’t get dirty.
Don’t play with cars.
Don’t like blue.
Don’t, Don’t, Don’t.
-Be a girl.
Cry.
Don’t lift a finger.
Cry.
Be a girl.
A good, proper, girl.
Don’t study.
You don’t need that either way.
After all,
marriage is always an option.
It is the key to a simple,
fulfilled,
life.
-You,
a husband,
four, maybe five children.
After all, you are a girl.
You,
a human born on the wrong side.
The oppressed, vengeful, desperate side.
Obliged to give up your hopes and dreams.
For your own sake,
for the sake of him,
for the sake of the world.
Your husband.
Him.
A human born on the right side.
The powerful, superior, unsurpassable side.
Encouraged to reach for the stars and to aim for nothing less.
After all,
he is the provider,
isn’t he?
And what meaning does a woman’s life have,
if she has no one to fend for her?
Your children.
However many you may have.
“May God bless you with hundreds”
they say.
Yet as much as the love for your offspring is comparable to the size of the earth,
you can’t help but imagine how having the whole universe would feel.
The universe.
You.
No husband.
No children.
You.
Your dream,
your passion,
come true.
All you ever dreamt of becoming,
ever since you were a little girl.
A painter.
A firefighter.
A singer.
Everything and more,
for no five year old girl desires to be a wife.
Everything and more,
for all women are made of stars,
and they should be able to aim for them too.
Everything and more,
for when the entire world screams at the top of its lungs,
telling you to be trifling and insignificant,
you yell back,
as you expand and become the most important and ambitious woman you’ve ever known.
Everything.
And more.
-A.
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