Sometimes I wonder,
if I was a guy, I’d get more respect if I was a drug addict, alkie, street scum.
As a female, I get
less respect in any corner standing next to any man.
I shake my head
when I hear scornful talk about “those poor women who are forced to wear a
hijab.” Besides being a religious preference, a hijab actually makes a
statement in many ways. It says I am not
a man. Just call it; tell it like it is. Let me wear my egg on my face and
you can know what I am. I will own it.
In my personal world,
my hijab is invisible.
It doesn’t
matter if I’m in a discussion about the NFL; NBA; construction; traffic; electrical
systems in foreign autos; building management…
I am talked over, ignored, looked down
on, and I’ve felt it all my life.
All my female,
second class citizen life.
It’s going to
take a long time for this treatment to run its course.
Am I voting
with my vagina? You can bet your balls I am.
Thanks for
reading……….(Wednesday prompt)
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