If you love me; you’d set me free
You’d liberate me from all the constraints the world has put on women and instead of just following norms of our supposed nature, of what people think is right, you would help me escape, and break those chains. If you love me you’d want anything for me but to conform and submit.
you’d help me be bold, brave, different and smart and not a fool like the rest of the world, you’d help me prove them wrong and save me from the terrible reality man has created.
They are not right and you aren’t either. They are not right to objectify us, sexualise us, use us, judge us, but you are not right to hide us, and restrict us.
What happens when you’re gone? What happens when i am left to discover the brutality of being independent in a society created for and only for men, will i be ready or will i be too naive? shouldn’t you prepare me to be as smart and fearless as man can be? Should I learn by conforming and staying in the bubble you declared safe for me?
Is making mistakes and growing as a human being right for you and wrong for me? Or does it only matter how it is seen through society’s eyes? Are those eyes gods eyes? Are they worthy of such power, of passing judgment? Do you think even god wont forgive me?
Is being independent defy my respect to you? Or does it show you how well you’ve raised me?
Liberated women in this world become the enemy because they challenge men in all aspects; politically, economically, personally. Am i your enemy in this life? Will my freedom intimidate you?
Does my happiness and freedom cost me our kinship? Is it more important than blood? Is it more important than love?
Will my restrictions allow you to see me the way you want to and only that way? Will it make you love me more?
Can you find it in your heart to support me in this life and not make me fearful of you as of the world? The world has rooted inside you the idea that we should always be challenged by one another, always in a battle over my freedom, that we should always be controlled otherwise id be doing something wrong, But am i actually doing something wrong? Or the roots they’ve created in you are a way to grow seeds in us too, to always be submissive, always be less intimidating because when the time comes, our voices will not be heard, and therefore they can remain, as always, in control. Can you find it in your heart to love me and set me free?
Have you ever felt controlled?
If it was the other way around