I found a Tumblr post on twitter, it was signed of as -Fears (via Iairwite) but I can't find the original post. It was from the perspective of a girl/woman at different ages and upon reflection it gave me some inspiration, so I decided to write my own version.
I am 6 years old
I get pushed over by a boy at school
They tell me it's his way of showing he likes me
What they don't say is the age where
society no longer thinks this acceptable
The age society begins to frown upon love being violent
I am 13 years old
I go to school with a full face of make up
When someone see's me they ask my mother
'You let her go like that'
Whilst their comment may seem judgemental
The next is said out of fear
'She looks a lot older'
I am 14 years old
I've started coming home later
My mum always tells me to let her know when I'll be home
Its always followed by 'Please let me know if you're late'
If I forget she becomes filled with fear
She see's it on the news all the time
She knows it only takes a moment
I am 15 years old
I am bombarded with sex,
With comments about my look
Catcalling and wolf whistles that make me feel sick
When I tell a guy 'I don't want to', I'm not interested'
Or even the word 'No' his reply is simple
'I like a girl who plays hard to get
His comment and actions fill me with distrust
I am interrogated about the clothes I wore
What I did to lead him on
I am 16 years old
That means I am no longer 'Jail Bair'
I am legal, I am now a prize that can be won,
A prize that now has no consequences
Now I am 16 grown men wolf whistle, they ogle me
It doesn't matter to them that I am half their age.
It doesn't matter to them how it makes me feel.
I am 17 years old
I am at a house party
My drink gets spiked and I can't stand
My friends think I'm too drunk
They loathe having to take care of me
I'm told I embarrassed myself
I am told I should stop drinking to much
I am 18 years old
Me and my friends like to drink
To go out, to wear make up and nice cloths
But that means we are objects
It makes it acceptable for men to grope us
For them not to stop even when we ask
So we try to move away
A fun night turns into being followed
A time where everyone has to be each others protector
Because the men that grope us, follow us they just won't leave us alone.
I am 21 and now I understand;
Why my mother worried
The endless 'Please let me know your safe'
Why time after time I was told don't leave your friends
Don't leave your drink unattended
And don't take lifts from strangers
I know now why she had sleepless nights even as I grew up
Why she wished I 'would stop growing up'
I understand why my friends were worried about the man talking to me at the bar
Why they would closely watch his actions
I understand why we walk in groups
I now understand that the world is unsafe
I know what my mother has known all along
But she can't remove the people who think its ok
And although she tried to protect me the best she could
This world is still a battlefield
Filled with disrespect and judgement
A world filled with fear and vulnerability
And unless the world changes it will continue
And any children I have will worry about just that bit more
Because I know now just how evil and scary this world can be
If I have a son society will say 'Boys will be boys'
Although I'll try and raise him the best I can
I can't change the fact society will expect him to act the same way
The exact same way those men made me feel
And if anyone makes him feel the way I have,
If he complains about someone making him feel uncomfortable
He will be told to 'Man up'
And if I have a daughter
She will be raised in a hypocritical and condescending world
If she turns down a guy she will be subjected to questioning
Because a girl can't simply say No
She will be branded a liar if she says she's in a relationship
Even if its true.
I understand we live in a world of blaming, judgement, fear and vulnerability. I understand that there is to much hunger for power and to much ignorance for this world to be a safe place. When I say I was born in the wrong decade, I don't wish to rewind, I wish to fast forward to a time of equality and respect.
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