The War of Women vs Men

Women Empowerment

Women are encourage to call out the men who abuse and/or sexually assault them by a corrupt society showing false displays of support. But, when the abuser is named as a friend, boyfriend, dad, or brother, the same people encouraging them would now rather call them liars than face the simple truth that not everyone is as good as you think they are. In the war of women against men the women are now turning on each other and giving an even greater advantage to the opposing side. Why are women so mean and quick to judge other women when they know just how difficult it is to be a woman? Why do women continuously choose men over their sisters when it’s the men who are trying to silence them? Women are so easily turned against each other- this needs to change; the world already sides with men, other women should not fit into that category as well. In unity there is strength, but there is no unity here. When a man cheats on his spouse she is quick to blame the mistress because she knows that so many women are eager to betray their sisters- both things must stop. Some women expect to be treated as equals to men but do nothing except degrade fellow women, and that is the equivalent to pouring gasoline on an already raging wildfire; more women need to realize that. We seek the acceptance of men who do nothing but physically and emotionally abuse us, men who take what they want when they want it and think that it’s okay, men who view us only as something to satisfy them… when will we seek the acceptance of other women?

“Feminism is the radical idea that women’s safety is more important than men’s feelings.”

These days it’s hard to find a man who respects us and reciprocates the love and care we give to them. It’s sad, really; you’d think they would realize that, aside from God, we’re the only reason they exist. We provide a place for them to grow inside of us, we carry them for 9 agonizing months, we birth them, we raise them, and yet their ungratefulness prevails over everything else. They expect us to cook, clean, and carry/raise their children to grow up just like them, but they never fail to show us just how little they care for us. The only thing we need from men is their sperm for reproduction while they need us for everything. They don’t understand what we go through for them, what we sacrifice. The only people who do understand are other women and they’re too busy trying to please their boyfriends/husbands to notice when their own people are struggling and, in that way, we are just as bad as the men. Many of us show no respect towards each other, so how do we expect men to show respect towards us? Too many times women are forced into submission by fear of men; some have been corrupted into turning other girls over to sex trafficking just to save themselves from being sex trafficked, others take the sides of men over their own people for fear of the repercussions if they don’t. Women have yet to ban together because they fail to show their support in one another. How will women ever know that other women support them if they can’t rely on those same women to choose them over their men?

“Each time a women stands up for herself, without knowing it and possibly without claiming it, she stands up for all women.”

– Maya Angelou

I’m not saying that men/boys don’t suffer from the same sexual abuse as women; though, I am saying that women (and children) are viewed as easier targets for it. It is assumed that women are less aggressive than men and they’re not expected to fight back, just go along with whatever their tormentor has in mind; the same goes for children. There is some truth in that: women are less likely to fight back, or when they do it doesn’t make much of a difference to a male attacker. Women could change that- they could be the difference- if only they stood together instead of letting men force them apart.

“I want every girl to know that her voice can change the world.”

– Malala Fund

Not all men are bad, I will admit; there are few who acknowledge the injustices that we face. Though, most of them do nothing but sit idly by and allow it to happen, so are they really any better? The few men who do take a stand with us are assumed to be gay: a label given to them by (take a wild guess) OTHER MEN. These days, for some men, being called gay is a fate worse than death, so they, too, do nothing. My point is that we can’t rely on men to do anything to help our cause; that task rests solely in our hands. We live in a world where if a man respects a woman and goes out of his way to take care of her he’s labels as ‘soft.’ It’s obvious that, to some men, the idea of respecting women is absurd and should never be done. It’s as if they think we were put on this Earth only to fulfill their selfish needs. And yet we still seek the protection of men from other men, despite everything, when we should be seeking the protection of women.

Reminder: Women do not have to be polite to someone who is making them uncomfortable.

The entire world is biased against women: there are hundreds of women imprisoned for murdering their rapists/kidnappers, more than half of all rape trials taken to court end with the rapist walking free- no matter how much evidence there is to put him away, female doctors are automatically assumed to be nurses- or, sometimes, less competent than male doctors- merely because of their gender. The list could go on for days, but I feel I’ve made my point. For years we’ve been denied our most basic human right- gender equality- and I fear, in a world controlled by men, we will never get it. Buried deep down under generations and generations of bias, somewhere, lies equality for women- we just have to have the strength, unity, and willpower to find it.

“When men are oppressed it’s a tragedy, when women are oppressed it’s tradition.”

– Letty Cottin Pogrebin

The Fight

Mental Illness

I’ve been hit with a tidal wave of emotions and I’m drowning; I never was one to swim. Depression knocks me unconscious while Anxiety wraps its rotten fist around my fiercely beating heart and crushes it. My newly crushed heart weighs a ton, making it easier for Anger to drag me deeper into the water by my feet. Fear sends my previously immobile arms flailing towards the surface, but there’s still an anchor of Hatred weighing me down. The chain of the anchor is broken by Love, which spawns Hope. Hope pulls me out of the water by my hair and slings my body onto the shore. The Loneliness from the wave still clings to me like a leech, but the bruised hand of Courage plucks it from my skin and squishes it in its palm. I walk away unscathed by the emotional turmoil I leave behind.

Rock Bottom

Mental Illness

I was stuck at rock bottom, my body splattered there like paint on a wood floor, molded in place. My soul left my body and scraped it loose with a shovel in hopes we could make the treacherous climb back to the top. Still, my body laid there trying to heal while demons whispered in my ear reasons to stay a while. Temptation got the best of me and I laid there for even longer, my soul screaming at me to get up because it couldn’t go back in until I let it. My soul knew it was taking a risk when it left my body, but it never imagined I would give in to the darkness surrounding me, that I would let it overtake me until I was unrecognizable.

Eventually, my tattered body stood with sore legs and me and my soul became one again. Each step I took after that became my motivation, until I finally drug my war weathered body out of the deep abyss of my depression. For the first time in months, I smiled.

The Highs And The Lows

Mental Illness

The Highs:

The highs are intoxicating; you’re finally okay after months of feeling empty. They’re rare, so they’re greatly appreciated. The highs are exhilarating; you feel like you’re on top of the world and that you can do anything, with no regrets. But be careful not to fall.

The Lows:

Every low feels like rock bottom, like you’ve returned to the place you’ve been continuously fighting to get out of. They’re dark- you’re in a place completely untouchable by logic and reason. You become a shell of yourself, watching your mind and body do things without your consent. Eventually, you start to lose yourself, but not completely- you hang on tight to the last remnants of yourself because you know: with every low there is another high. The cycle is neverending.

Rage

Mental Illness, Women Empowerment

Her rage: barely contained in the bombshell that is her body, begging to be let out through a mouth that was taught to stay shut, burning bright within her wildfire soul. Her rage is a ticking time bomb, counting down the seconds until disaster. It’s a hurricane, collapsing buildings and drowning away anything that dares stand against it. It’s a volcano, burning through her, waiting to erupt. It’s an earthquake, unexpected and earth shattering. Her rage burns down cities. It breaks hearts. Her rage is devastatingly beautiful; it’s a voice for those that haven’t found theirs yet. It’s her muse. It inspires her more than anything else because it is her own. Her rage makes her strong, even when she is not. It makes her brave, even when she is terrified. It gives her a voice, even when she isn’t supposed to have one.

“Sometimes an angel, sometimes a hell raiser, always a strong woman.”

-R.H. Sin