Rape Culture on Women.
She began to feel lonely being married to a man much older than her, one she had no interest in.
Thinking back, I saw what her mother went through and how she blossomed like fields of flowers from it. Mama knew she could get through the passing storms, and so can I.
Her father gave my mama away to three different men. None of her own personal decision of marrying. He gave her away for the wealth and the name.
Mama did not care about the name, nor the wealth that would be given to her. She did not want to bring shame to her father’s name, but, she knew deep inside this was not for her. She refused to allow herself to be lost inside of a man’s will. She would not mend under a man’s control.
Mama was insecure the entire marriage. She felt lost within herself and she had nothing to herself. She had nothing to show for her own existence other than a marriage certificate.
Having to be hospitalized due to a failed pregnancy from the age difference between them, mama lost her first child at sixteen. Many attempts at pregnancy later, she has two more miscarriages with her husband.
Praying to a higher power was all she had to herself. She put her all into the meaning of a better life after this nightmare, and faith was what kept her going after the desvestations and losses she beared.
I felt desolated being with that man. Disgusted. Revoluted. I wanted to pass away into the next life to escape his tight grasp on me.
He took me by the hand and restrained me. He made sure I was his at fourteen, all his. Nobody knew how much it hurt me. Nobody knew how much I ached inside.
Everything i’d touch, i’d damage. I was the bad girl of the village. So, did I deserve all of this?
Despite the world around me, I constantly was in a day dream of lilac skies to dissipate the reality around me. I was alone and running free through the fields back to mama, far out of the grasp of my captor.
I was happy to see my mama celebrate as she saw me for the first time in forever. I had given her many scares being a young lady running around with men picking me out.
I could not tell her of everything I had been through. It would hurt her.
I soon began to think, “I don’t think anyone will want me after this” and I felt the pressure to get remarried. But, I would not be seen as a divorced-girl but a divorced woman. That haunted me, I did not want to go down the same path that mama and grandmama went down with men. I decided to marry this man, out of spite to clear my “bad girl” name.
I was in jail. The door was double locked. Watch-men were everywhere. What could I do? Nothing. I was trapped. I hated that man. My future husband. I knew what he did to me, and what he was going to do to me; that’s why I hated him. I was scared, but they took me back to him.
In the middle of the night I woke up. The bed and sheets and everything I had on was sticky and wet. At first I didn’t know it was blood, I just thought it was sweat. When I put the light on in the bathroom and looked to see what was wet on my night clothes, it was blood. But this time, it was a lot of blood between my legs.
I thought I had Malaria. Being fourteen, when the doctor asked me if I was pregnant I was reluctant and said no. Soon enough I was told I was pregnant and I did not know who the father was. I had been forced to sleep with several men -- not too many, but several.
My friend and sister had to leave me alone at the doctors, but I told them I was going to save the baby, because I wanted it. Regardless if it was planned or not, it was mine.
I began to think things could become beautiful. My husband and I could have a baby and have tons of cattle. I was stuck having this baby, I should at least have a good life around it.
By synthesizing these quotes I am trying to convey the message that the women these circumstances are real. These are not just imaginary women who you only hear about on television, there are women who face these struggles every single day. I am trying to bring awareness to this growing issue in hopes to help people realize and understand that something needs to be done to help women in these circumstances and the first step to that is realization.
She began to feel lonely being married to a man much older than her, one she had no interest in.
Thinking back, I saw what her mother went through and how she blossomed like fields of flowers from it. Mama knew she could get through the passing storms, and so can I.
Her father gave my mama away to three different men. None of her own personal decision of marrying. He gave her away for the wealth and the name.
Mama did not care about the name, nor the wealth that would be given to her. She did not want to bring shame to her father’s name, but, she knew deep inside this was not for her. She refused to allow herself to be lost inside of a man’s will. She would not mend under a man’s control.
Mama was insecure the entire marriage. She felt lost within herself and she had nothing to herself. She had nothing to show for her own existence other than a marriage certificate.
Having to be hospitalized due to a failed pregnancy from the age difference between them, mama lost her first child at sixteen. Many attempts at pregnancy later, she has two more miscarriages with her husband.
Praying to a higher power was all she had to herself. She put her all into the meaning of a better life after this nightmare, and faith was what kept her going after the desvestations and losses she beared.
I felt desolated being with that man. Disgusted. Revoluted. I wanted to pass away into the next life to escape his tight grasp on me.
He took me by the hand and restrained me. He made sure I was his at fourteen, all his. Nobody knew how much it hurt me. Nobody knew how much I ached inside.
Everything i’d touch, i’d damage. I was the bad girl of the village. So, did I deserve all of this?
Despite the world around me, I constantly was in a day dream of lilac skies to dissipate the reality around me. I was alone and running free through the fields back to mama, far out of the grasp of my captor.
I was happy to see my mama celebrate as she saw me for the first time in forever. I had given her many scares being a young lady running around with men picking me out.
I could not tell her of everything I had been through. It would hurt her.
I soon began to think, “I don’t think anyone will want me after this” and I felt the pressure to get remarried. But, I would not be seen as a divorced-girl but a divorced woman. That haunted me, I did not want to go down the same path that mama and grandmama went down with men. I decided to marry this man, out of spite to clear my “bad girl” name.
I was in jail. The door was double locked. Watch-men were everywhere. What could I do? Nothing. I was trapped. I hated that man. My future husband. I knew what he did to me, and what he was going to do to me; that’s why I hated him. I was scared, but they took me back to him.
In the middle of the night I woke up. The bed and sheets and everything I had on was sticky and wet. At first I didn’t know it was blood, I just thought it was sweat. When I put the light on in the bathroom and looked to see what was wet on my night clothes, it was blood. But this time, it was a lot of blood between my legs.
I thought I had Malaria. Being fourteen, when the doctor asked me if I was pregnant I was reluctant and said no. Soon enough I was told I was pregnant and I did not know who the father was. I had been forced to sleep with several men -- not too many, but several.
My friend and sister had to leave me alone at the doctors, but I told them I was going to save the baby, because I wanted it. Regardless if it was planned or not, it was mine.
I began to think things could become beautiful. My husband and I could have a baby and have tons of cattle. I was stuck having this baby, I should at least have a good life around it.
By synthesizing these quotes I am trying to convey the message that the women these circumstances are real. These are not just imaginary women who you only hear about on television, there are women who face these struggles every single day. I am trying to bring awareness to this growing issue in hopes to help people realize and understand that something needs to be done to help women in these circumstances and the first step to that is realization.