I am the girl that pulls her skirt down after locking eyes with her mother at a family event, due to the fear that her child like thighs may seduce men in their late 40s
I am the single mother that lives in a council flat in the poorest neighbourhood and can’t speak English, so she leaves the house not
I am the immigrant that runs from their mother land, and has no clue where to start to find the right documentations
I am the woman that gets beaten to near death experiences because her husband was embarrassed by the way she dressed when he had company
I am the teenager that can’t fit in, so blades have sex with my flesh as blood runs over my skin like scriptures being burnt
I am the body hanging from the ceiling as my neck is attached to the roof by thoughts of suicide haunting me
I am the black woman that society bashes and tortures none stop, brutally trying to annihilate me
I am the man that suffers from anxiety and is told to “man up” when faced with conflict
I am the boy that has rage like a bull being teased in the mud and told to stay down by a pack of hounds with penis attached between their legs
I am the bullied kid that wants to speak up desperately but cannot, for my life will be taken from me
I am the faggot, the dike, the beaten and bruised marks of my sexuality offending societies expectations
I am the young man that sleeps at night and feels the priest’s friendly hand stroke parts of me, I can no longer look at the same
I am the muslim woman who wears a burqa in public and listens to the voices shame my religion, I am the same muslim woman that Boris puts his post through
I am the Mexican that fears the wall will build a gap between me and my children
I am the opportunity that is not offered to the less privilege, for fear that they may surpass their oppressor
I am the black, the woman, the muslim, the raped, the damned and the forgot
I am you.
Love this Jayeola
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