Why does it matter? A question that constantly runs through my brain! I feel like I was groomed to be the perfect wife to some man. My beauty, intellect, and personality were perfectly sculpted to fit into some box and wrapped in a bow to be handed over to the highest bidder. As a child, I remember hearing don’t do whatever, or else “I won’t be able to marry you off”. I have been told and instilled to make allowances and excuses for men as far back as I can remember. All of the mens’ negative behavior is somehow excusable, but if I dare do the same thing it is another story. Why does it matter who tf I am and behave if I am happy? Why is it my job to care about what my future husband would think about anything?
I always said I was born a feminist, but the reality is at a young age I learned there is a double standard and none of the cards are stacked in my favor. Before the age of 25, I have had to deal with so much bullshit from men and will never receive any form of justice. I just have to put on my own cape and find a way to power through. Do you know how hard it is to survive, let alone thrive when you keep getting punched in the gut with new forms of trauma? Then society expects you to heal yourself, so you are not a toxic bitch begging for pity with your truth.
Unfortunately, I am not alone with this truth tattooed to my memories. But I am determined to make my truth help others not just survive, but thrive! The first step is to stop fucking caring about how the world perceives me and destroy that box it wants to put me in. I wasn’t born to be some man’s wife, trophy, or whatever, I was created to burn down the bullshit double standards of the patriarchy!
The Misunderstood Afro Muslimah 