Women's Rights

Women want women's rights. 

We don't need marriage. It traps and confines you. We don't need a man. He won't stand beside you. If you do fall in love and then change your mind, just throw him away: another you'll find. After all, we're women, we're fine on our own. We don't need a man to define us, control, or inspire us.

Kids aren't important, they'll get in the way, of a job, travels, parties and we'd have to pay
for their clothes, iphones, gadgets, and what would we do with them all day?

Religion is dead. God isn't there. Us women are independent and strong and don't need to put faith anywhere. As long as we believe in ourselves, we'll achieve all our goals. We can do it our own way, we don't care where our souls
Go after this life or if there's anything there. We just know what's here and now and we'll make the most of that without a care. Better see it to believe it, and science is all proven fact. 

We have the right to show as much skin as we want! "Freedom of expression!" "Be sexy!" "Be hot!" "If you've got it, flaunt it!""Wear short dresses, wear low tops!"

We have the right to use whatever language we desire. When we're angry, bad words are simply fuel to the fire. To express ourselves fully, those words are prime choices. Swear words are attractive coming from women's voices.

Women shouldn't cry. That's weakness. We are strong. We don't need friends to comfort us or make us feel like we belong.

"Count calories!" "Be thin," "Be fit, fast and fierce!" Have curves and big boobs but suck your stomach in! 

That's all fine and dandy, but I want to be free. None of those things sound like a lady to me.

I'm a woman and I want women's rights. 

I want to make my marriage work, even through fights. I'd like the right to make my highest priority in life
marriage and family, the treasured callings of mother and wife. 

I want the right to raise my children in the home and be there if I may
For every first step, boo-boo and recital or simply after school each day.

I want the privilege of teaching my children about Jesus Christ and his love for them, and I want the privilege of teaching my children about the source from which all blessings stem.

I want the right to wear pretty skirts, modest shirts, ballet flats and flowers. I want to appreciate my body for all of its powers. It's not to be disrespected, infected or abused. Sexy's not the same as pretty, don't get them confused.

I want the right to speak my opinion without using foul language. If I try to speak kind words, it will be advantageous. 

It's not a burden but a privilege to be Christ-like and truthful. I don't want to attribute my life to "just being youthful."

I want the honour of education because I just want to learn. It's not about the job, or the potential money to earn.

I want the right to cry because I'm upset, hurt or scared. I don't have emotions that should be impaired.

I want the right to apologize first because it's the meek and humble thing to do.

I want the virtue of reaching out to comfort a friend, whose trials I never knew.

I'd like to open my window, breathe fresh air and hear the birds. Instead, I hear yells, and loud, unthoughtful words.

I want the right to eat healthy, and sometimes eat a whole batch of sugar cookie dough, and go on hikes and watch movies and never count a calorie. That line didn't rhyme because I had to prioritize between my message and my poem and this was the compromise. I'm not perfect, I'm a girl, but not "just a girl," no way. My responsibilities are sacred, I wouldn't wish them away.

Now women may shame me, for wanting these things. "That's so old school" "Out dated" "You're being held back by strings." But I think it's so sad that while fighting the war, for equality, for rights, we've grown more and more
Away from the things that, as women, draw us close together. Where's virtue and compassion, and does it really matter whether
We're a little different from those men, because it's true that they're not better?



Mostly, I want the right to write and not be told I'm wrong because I have my rights all backwards and nothing to base them on. I want the right to be happy and satisfied and content, I want the right to appreciate and to think that family time is well-spent. I want to scrapbook and craft and cook easy meals, I want the right to dress up and go out in heels. I don't want attention, I want knowledge and good friends.  I think it's enough to know that when my journey ends, I'll be able to say "I didn't just follow trends." I stood up for myself, for my kin and my God. I still wake up each morning flawed, but awed--- at the grace I receive that helps me comprehend that our divine nature as women is not something to offend. I want the right to be a woman, to express my divinity as such, and not seek to be the same as men: we've already got so much. We've got different roles, we're equals. But don't push for the wrong thing. It's the differentiation of women that will let us stand tall and sing. Assimilate our nature, our talents, skills and role, and we've got nothing left, we certainly aren't whole. We're women and therefore you see, our power's incomprehensible when it's acknowledged by you and me.