Brainwash Me, Brainwash Me Not (Series)
I should have long silky hair
with milky smooth skin wrapped around a petite body
topped with a perfectly symmetrical face
and masked with a shy, sweet personality.
At least, that is what they said.
So here I am, straightening and dying my hair to keep up,
trying so hard to have that one specific type of body,
slapping on pounds of makeup every day.
refraining myself from speaking too loudly or too openly.
Because that is what I am told.
That is how I should present myself.
That is the only way I can find a husband.
That is how it should be.
But what if I stopped listening?
How would I look and act like?
Would I scream my voice until every corner of the world hears me
or keep quiet like an obedient young woman should be?
How can I become “normal” if normal is changing every single day?
So do not tell me I should be this or that.
Do not tell me I am "asking for it,” when I haven’t said a word.
And don’t you dare tell me that I should “follow my heart”
when you’ve already decided my fate before my very existence,
that my favorite color was pink,
that I should look this certain way
to marry this certain type of man
to live this certain way of life.
You created my destiny
when you told me that
being female means being weak,
emotional, and having limitations.
Stop speaking at me
and stop speaking for me.
For the first time,
let me speak for myself.
Let me change the world
without having to change myself.
You just have to let me.