Us…

Girls are toys and they will always be toys. We don’t have feelings or a heart that pumps blood. Our bodies are sexual objects. Over the years our gender has lost it’s respect more and more. We have Mrs. Obama on one side and we have Kim K. on the other side. The more we do the more we disappoint. As women we degrade our own and we fight our own gender. We compete with each other to prove how “hot” we really are. A woman has respect as a daughter, as a sister, and as a wife, but she will never have respect as a human. She fights for her rights and her dignity and she’s called a feminist for it. Feminism is a curse. It labels her more than it frees her. Everywhere I go I see half naked women everywhere. These half naked women are the standards that I am supposed to look up to. Our young girls have to look up to a 6’2 feet model with a smooth figure and a flawless complexion. These women on the billboards and magazines have been photo shopped and bedazzled with makeup and us normal women are competing with now a computer.

Second class sex…

Today, I learned my place in this society. My role is to be a woman. I am not a human. I don’t have feelings. I am a sexual object and that’s what I will be for the rest of my life. I was living in bliss when I was less aware of who I was. Five months ago, I started working for a highly respectable corporation. For a small amount of time I was respected for working at such an innovative company. I was eager to build my resume and had a great career ahead of me. Five months later I was feeling threatened.

I had to call Human Resources to report an incident that had happened with a coworker. I wasn’t feeling safe at work anymore. The Human Resource manager was a woman; which made me feel a little comfortable. So I took a deep breath and told myself she will help me. She was unable to help me in my situation. Which was disappointing, but I was mainly disappointed by the way she spoke to me. She made me feel uncomfortable and alone. I was sexually harassed and this women told me well you have a job so you need to go back to work the next day and get over it.

I was spoken to in a way I would have never imagined. I work for a multi-billion dollar company that does not care about women’s right. Of course I was at fault for seeing a coworker outside of work. But I wasn’t the one who pushed him into the wall and told him he wasn’t allowed to leave, he was the one who had pushed me. He had crossed the line and I had to repent his consequences. I was pushed into a corner for being friendly. When I ran out the door he had followed me. When I got in my car he tried to pull on my car door and tried to get me out.

After I heard vulgar comments coming from his mouth about me I had to deal with this guy trying to knock down my car door. Human Resources did not care it was as if they were waiting for my resignation letter, because they didn’t know how to deal with it. The lady told me I was replaceable. So this makes me question how many girls has he done this to? How many times has a he gotten away?

I was speaking out because I was mentally hurt by this man, he could have physically hurt me. He called me multiple times after the incident and consistently texted me. It was no one else’s problem, but mine and I had to deal with it. There were coworkers who had hit on me before, but never had I been disrespected by a guy like that. They can’t do anything till he does something at work they can’t do anything unless this becomes worse. We have a problem; women are abused because the law does not protect them from being abused. The law only protects you after you have been abused.

My life has changed. I am not that friendly girl that I used to be I feel myself changing, because I am starting to lose trust in humanity. I am hurt. No one can help me; I have to live with the fact that this man did something wrong and went unpunished. I was never this weak girl that would sit on the side line and let him do this, but I have to. If I file a police report it will show up on my record, even though I was the victim. I have to work next to a man who is probably imagining me in ways I don’t want to be seen. I want him to shed tears like I am, but he has won, because this is still a man’s world. I was told I could conquer the world when I was little, but I can’t because I will never be a man. I will always have to overcome obstacles for being a woman.