A girl can never have too much blamed on her.
They say she should be more reserved. They say she should be more open. They say she should eat more. They say she should eat less. They say she should find a good man to marry. They say she should not be too picky. They say she should be softer. They say she should not cry. They say she should be strong. They say she should not be so hard. They say she should be everything and nothing at the same time. And somehow, when she breaks, it’s her fault. And somehow, when they break her, it’s her fault too.
What everyone has taught us to feel, we feel. We feel that we are supposed to cry when we are hurt. We feel that we are weak when we do, even when they tell us we are weak, we already know because they have taught us that way.
We crawl and we simper and we hope for them to give us a scrap of their attention. We have been taught to be their cook, their housekeeper, their child-bearer, theirs. They forgot that we are their mothers. They struck us. They chose another. They chose another. And they chose another. They are never completely fair. And we are the victims. We break our own hearts trying to win theirs.
Why do we follow in their wake, be their right arm, walk a step behind them? They don’t protect us. They don’t keep us from harm. They hurt us. And blame us for it. Why?
