Amusement ParksA Story by justdandy Spoken- Word Literature. A few days ago, my four-year-old sister asked me a question, "Do fairies wear high heels?" "Of course, they wear heels," I answered. "But why do they need heels if they have wings and they can fly?" After thinking for a second or two, I said, "Because they are female." As women, we always feel short. No matter how tall we are, there are things that grab our hand and pull us down. That is why we wear heals. But when wearing them, we turn out to be taller than some men and our mind is like, Oh Shoot! I'm taller than that guy. So we take the heels off, but somewhere deep inside the line, I am shorter than him. Shorter than him. I am short, repeats itself over and over again. Women are divided into categories. Like Strong and Bold: Strold. Like Quiet and Cute: Quiute. Like Loud and Wild: Nuts. Like Romantic and Popular: Hoe. I read a magazine the other day. It said that if a woman dyes her hair, it is because she is afraid to show her true self. But I think not. No! I disagree with that statement. We dye our hair because we want to show ourselves. We want you to see our colors. Women love colors. Colored hair, different colored lipstick, different eye color, different skin color. I mean those colors show the truth. If a woman wears natural earthy colors, then that means she's a forest. Quiet when you meet her. Loud when you are with her. If a woman wears pink, purple, red, then that means she is a princess. I love princesses. They are always perfect. Always strong. Always there for you. If a woman wears blue, green, teal, then that means she is the ocean. She will be a storm on a cold day. She will be a sweetie pie on a warm one. Why is it that deep inside my soul, I still feel beneath men? Even after the laws were made stating women are equal to men. Even after I read Genesis 1:27�"So God created mankind in His own image, in the image of God created them; male and female He created them�"over and over again. Why do I feel beneath men? Because the word, female, came from the word male. The word, woman, came from the word man. Because first God created a man, then he created a woman. This year a freshman decided to become a doctor. Not because she is interested in medicine, not because of the pay, not because she can save people. But because there are more male doctors than female doctors. Because she wants to prove that she will survive nine years of schooling after high school, that she will get through the long-term residency. That finally at age 35, she will be working among men. That she will be the only female doctor in her clinic. Last year a graduate from high school decided to become a scientist. Not because her father is, and not because she is good in science. But because she wants to prove that a female scientist can make the world a little better. That Mendeleev, Graham Bell, Albert Einstein discovered nothing compared to what she will discover. A woman wanted to star in a movie. And she did. She wanted to become an actress. And she did. Do you know how? By the “casting couch.” By giving away her virginity to a film producer. Many of you will judge me and say that I am feminist. That I don't care about men. That I think they are trash. That I will never have a boyfriend. But no, I love men. That sincere smile, that perfect jawline, those promising eyes... My pastor would say that I am Pentecostal, that I am a girl. That I am supposed to be quite, tender, and sit still. That I am not supposed to be outspoken. That I am supposed to be a lady. But no, I am a Christian and in some ways, I am a feminist. I just care about women. I care about who they are, who they become. I want to know what we are. And I think I know. Women are Roller Coasters. Roller Coasters that only go up. Roller Coasters that after all of the hardships, they still go up. That even after her husband left her with three children for that secretary with that perfect butt, flat stomach, blossomed breasts, she still goes up. That after she lost her fourth child due to miscarriage, she still hopes that one day she will become a mother. Her boss fired her because she was always late to work. BUT! But, he doesn't know that her mother has final stage cancer, that her father works all day and night to support his family, that she has to feed and drive all of the seven siblings to school every morning, that she is the oldest. She went looking for another job after. Women are not rainbows. They don't hide forever and then finally show up when the rain stops and the sun shines. We are raindrops. The raindrop that keeps on pouring after she tells her mother that she is pregnant. She is only sixteen. The raindrop that keeps on dropping, dropping, dropping after her father tells her to go get an abortion. The raindrop that runs away from home because her family is ashamed, they blame her, she is the black sheep, she is a disgrace. Because they don't understand that she has a human being inside her. But she still stands strong. She is climbing up those golden stairs that lead to a beautiful future. Because she let her baby live. Because she became a mother after nine months. She is only seventeen. Because she raised that kid all by herself, because the father still doesn't know that he has a kid somewhere out there. Because we, women, were taught to grow up. We were born to fight. Because that girl asked her mother, "Mommy, why do the popular kids hate me?" Because that daughter asked her father, "Daddy, can you teach me how to fight? Because I don't want to get hurt like all the other girls get hurt." Because that sister asked her brother, "Chris, can you go punch a guy for me?" Because she asked her sister, "Why is my body changing? Why do the male teachers at my school look at me that way?"
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