Dear Sir,
I would like to apologize that my enthusiasm for laughter
and love makes you believe that I am a silly girl with little knowledge and a
head in the clouds. I am sorry that my curly hair, my full lips, and the curves
of my body do not fit into the mold of blonde hair and protruding hip bones
that society has embedded into your brain of what true beauty should be. I
would like to apologize that my outspokenness and refusal of silence makes me a
b***h or a woman who does not know her place. I am sorry that my
less-than-conservative lifestyle and my openness to liberalism forces you to
tag me as just another sinner who needs jesus or an ex-teen mother who opened her
legs long before marriage . I apologize
that my breasts peeking out from my shirt offend your visual senses and take
away from me being a lady. Furthermore I am sorry that my feministic mindset
means that I support women and their sexuality - I support women with the same
voice as a man. I also am sorry that this threatens your sense of self in a
world that is strewn with the chaos and cluster of robots and wanna-be’s, of
those silenced, and those without audacity of heart. I would like to apologize
that my desire to be better makes you feel incompetent and small due to your
own lackings.
…dear sir, please understand that the passions that burn in
my belly burn for the greater good and the furthering of society and do not
burn to make you satisfied. The fire is not hot to warm your coolness and it
does not burn bright to make up for others not being able to see you. I am not
a trophy, nor a plaything. I am not a pet, nor a support system.
But above all, dear sir, I would like to apologize for not
being sorry for any of these things. Because deep down in every woman is a longing
to be more then society says they will ‘allow’. There is a longing for things
she never knew she wanted " even more, there is a DESERVED longing for things
that she has been unconsciously told are not her right to have in a world run
by man.
I will take my curly hair, my sexuality, my passions, and my
ability and I will flaunt them and use them regardless of if they make me look
silly. At the end of the day, man came from a woman. At the end of the day, my
fire still burns. And at the end of the day, I will get what I want because
women before me fought for my rights and fought for my voice and I’ll be damned
if I remain silent because it better suits your world.